Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
"...That's true." Sam said, also eager to move past it as it was indeed a very depressing topic. There were so many more devotees of the Old Gods and only one Goddess keeping the few of them there were afloat. Most days it felt like a very steep uphill battle.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
Learning their Goddess' name was somehow, even though not anything he'd long yearned for, a very significant moment indeed: Sam was silent for a moment, taking in where he was as he learnt this great secret, this personal detail of the Goddess they all followed so unquestionably. "...Lleisi." He repeated in a whisper, a small smile curving through his lips. The name would certainly not go in the book - it would only be held in his heart.
"I've often wondered why she appears so young. She feels very old, wise, when she speaks to me - and when she touches you, it does not feel like a child." Sam had been held by The Voice many times and her arms had always encompassed him, hands easily had been brushed through his hair. "Still...I am so used to it now, I would not know how to see another Voice."
He doubted Torchline would hold any more information on their Goddess, but for the moment didn't discount the possibility, nodding along with the hope. "I was going to begin with a history of not just The Voice - what we know about her imprisonment, the barrier, but also us - how we were made. How each of us came to be..the ones we have lost. After all, there's not so many of us; it's hardly an impossible number to record. Then I was going to write of our weaknesses; I don't see a danger in doing so as everyone already knows them...I was hoping for it to be a guide for the newly Ascended. What do you think about that?"
Or make each moment new
