the VOICE
Electricity staggers out from the shrine like a thousand fingers meant to console and soothe. There are no words at first, for the Voice needs first to restore her creations before any conversations might be had. In all her dreams, she has not seen this. Wessex, yes, she imagined would be here. Sam is a surprise, but a welcome one. He has proved himself time and time again to be loyal and stronger than he knows, but constantly he doubts and falters. And Rexanna? The newest of her changelings? Her presence too is a shock, but one that she welcomes.
The rest of them? Her poor Lucas? Bastien, Amun? Well. Not all of her stars are meant to shine in battle. Some will aid her in other matters. For now though, these three will be rewarded for their deeds.
Juvinated and restored to brilliant perfect, the Voice appears before her children with a wide smile. "How brave you all were. I could not be more proud of you—" She takes a moment to look at them each. "—all of you."
Reaching forward with fingertips made of static, she presses her palm to each of their cheeks..
You have all received a custom upgrade from the Voice! Let me know what you would like!
The rest of them? Her poor Lucas? Bastien, Amun? Well. Not all of her stars are meant to shine in battle. Some will aid her in other matters. For now though, these three will be rewarded for their deeds.
Juvinated and restored to brilliant perfect, the Voice appears before her children with a wide smile. "How brave you all were. I could not be more proud of you—" She takes a moment to look at them each. "—all of you."
Reaching forward with fingertips made of static, she presses her palm to each of their cheeks..
You have all received a custom upgrade from the Voice! Let me know what you would like!
