the VOICE
It is a bonding like no other, merely because it is between her bright ones. The Voice had drifted back to oversee the proceedings once the one she knew as an alchemist stepped forward, the goddess listening with a beatific smile and a radiant gaze. Bastien and Rexanna were joined as one, rings exchanged, vows made, and whilst her children would know that they were, all of them, bound to one another... this was a special occasion.
And so as a phoenix soared overhead, as the celebration began in earnest, the Voice leant an ear to Bastien's request. A jubilant laugh escaped her lips, prisms of light scattering out from her form. He would hear her response in his head rather than out loud - why ruin the surprise?
One night, Bastien. From the moment that the door to your home closes, until the sun rises. Consider it a wedding gift.
And so as a phoenix soared overhead, as the celebration began in earnest, the Voice leant an ear to Bastien's request. A jubilant laugh escaped her lips, prisms of light scattering out from her form. He would hear her response in his head rather than out loud - why ruin the surprise?
One night, Bastien. From the moment that the door to your home closes, until the sun rises. Consider it a wedding gift.
