What a Coincidence

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast Zariah had been rather curious since she had suddenly gone catapulting through the Mathair and into the Fangs of Halo. In her little silky nightgown and unseasonal heels no less. And now here she was returned, and lo and behold, one of the Voice’s own sat upon the throne. How terribly coincidental. Of course, there were no shrines to the Voice in Halo – why would there be after 300 years of confinement well beyond the Citadel’s reach? But now she was here. And Zariah wanted to chat. ”I see you have been busy while I’ve been away.” Zariah said as she approached the shrine, hoping that despite the odds, the Voice might grant her the favor of her presence. ”If you would grace me with your presence, I’ve a few questions for you now that you’ve begun sending your children to Halo.” she said, calling out to the voice. ZARIAH

The air remains still and calm.