the VOICE
"I wouldn't worry about it." The Voice said with a breezy laugh. "Dragons are incredibly hearty creatures. You'll not scramble her beyond repair by any means." Smiling with a predatory sort of pride to see the dragonling both prodded by her instincts but tempered by her knowledge, the Voice looks to Wessex with an approving nod. "A fine name."
Humming a touch thoughtfully at this, the Voice folds her arms across her chest. "You are purely an ascended." She says after a moment. "It is wrong to suppose you're somehow...also an accepted given Loki's presence. It isn't that at all so much as...the rules just don't apply to you in the same way. Similarly, I could give you the ability to become a beast if you wanted it, but it wouldn't make you an attuned."
Humming a touch thoughtfully at this, the Voice folds her arms across her chest. "You are purely an ascended." She says after a moment. "It is wrong to suppose you're somehow...also an accepted given Loki's presence. It isn't that at all so much as...the rules just don't apply to you in the same way. Similarly, I could give you the ability to become a beast if you wanted it, but it wouldn't make you an attuned."
