the VOICE
Wessex latches on to what she says, and the Voice's smile is dazzling, beatific, almost. "Other ways," she confirms with a nod. "All in time, my bright one. You and your siblings have done all that I might have wished and more to put these pieces into place. I ask only that you are ready when the time comes." Not Wessex exactly, for she knows she can trust the warrior Ascended to be armed tooth and nail for any challenge that might arise. The others, though, may need her guidance.
A tinkling laugh at the confession to impatience, and Wessex will feel a warmth fill her up, a sense of camaraderie, perhaps. "Time is a lesson," she says, "one that teaches you not to act unless you are sure. For now, my brightest spark, take advantage of your position. Teach the Hollowed Grounds that we are to be revered. Give them sanctuary against Longnight. Perhaps during that time, I may call on you to see what is to be seen with the creatures that roam the dark."
A tinkling laugh at the confession to impatience, and Wessex will feel a warmth fill her up, a sense of camaraderie, perhaps. "Time is a lesson," she says, "one that teaches you not to act unless you are sure. For now, my brightest spark, take advantage of your position. Teach the Hollowed Grounds that we are to be revered. Give them sanctuary against Longnight. Perhaps during that time, I may call on you to see what is to be seen with the creatures that roam the dark."
