She appears before Wessex needs to say anything at all. She can always do this of course, but there is something instinctive and grounding in the call and response aspect of prayers, and so even when the Voice knows one of her children is at her doorstep, still she lets them cry out for ehr.
But Wessex is hardly a child wailing into the darkness. No, now she is a fledgling star, well on her way to exploding into the brilliance of a sun.
"How did you find Halo?" The Voice asks, appearing swathed in white cloth, her dark tendrils of hair framing her pale face and making her blue eyes seem all the more electric for it.
But Wessex is hardly a child wailing into the darkness. No, now she is a fledgling star, well on her way to exploding into the brilliance of a sun.
"How did you find Halo?" The Voice asks, appearing swathed in white cloth, her dark tendrils of hair framing her pale face and making her blue eyes seem all the more electric for it.
