the Voice
"Always, my sweet child. I am always there, when you truly need it." The black orb tucked within the shrine would seem to spark and fizz at the sound of Rexanna's voice. And, as Bastien joined her the goddess would step forth, static and ethereal but still very much there. "Is that so?" she repeated, her brilliant eyes like dozens of gems in the twilight as she gazed between the two.
"Speak then, Abandoned one. Tell me true - would you like to become bright?" She spread her hands imploringly - an offer that Bastien would already know the answer to. Should Rexanna say the word, the Voice would do the rest.
"Speak then, Abandoned one. Tell me true - would you like to become bright?" She spread her hands imploringly - an offer that Bastien would already know the answer to. Should Rexanna say the word, the Voice would do the rest.
