Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
"Oh, you know Evie?" Sam asked, surprised - not really for any specific reason, he'd just never really learnt who Evie's friends were. He wondered if Loren knew what The Voice had told him, that she was Abandoned...probably not, he decided.
From what Loren had told him it certainly didn't sound like he had a good relationship with Neron. "Do you want to?" Sam asked, unsure if Loren would think there was anything there worth saving. He was working in Neron's council, which presumably had to count for something.
Hearing that Loren would come with him he smiled, glad that the man wasn't scared or bigoted against whatever he might see in the cave (though Sam was sure it would be mostly nothing). He walked up to the entrance, the shrine slowly coming into view around rock and snow, the painting and writing on the wall making the slabs of rock that made up the altar look far more than the sum of their parts.
Taking some steps forward he knelt before the shrine and closed his eyes, not saying his words out loud; he was sure The Voice knew. Once he had said all he wanted to he took a piece of paper out of his pocket which bore a prayer he'd written for the Voice in a simple code, one that required some knowledge of the Ascended to break and had been well-illustrated, and laid it on the altar.
Standing he turned to Loren and nodded. "Alright, we can head back now. Thank you."
From what Loren had told him it certainly didn't sound like he had a good relationship with Neron. "Do you want to?" Sam asked, unsure if Loren would think there was anything there worth saving. He was working in Neron's council, which presumably had to count for something.
Hearing that Loren would come with him he smiled, glad that the man wasn't scared or bigoted against whatever he might see in the cave (though Sam was sure it would be mostly nothing). He walked up to the entrance, the shrine slowly coming into view around rock and snow, the painting and writing on the wall making the slabs of rock that made up the altar look far more than the sum of their parts.
Taking some steps forward he knelt before the shrine and closed his eyes, not saying his words out loud; he was sure The Voice knew. Once he had said all he wanted to he took a piece of paper out of his pocket which bore a prayer he'd written for the Voice in a simple code, one that required some knowledge of the Ascended to break and had been well-illustrated, and laid it on the altar.
Standing he turned to Loren and nodded. "Alright, we can head back now. Thank you."
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
