She can't see the landscape anymore
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
"He told me about the Voice, yes." Letha remembered on the beach when her excitement got the best of her. She had jumped up and tried to rush Amun to take her to the Voice. He had said that she delighted in them, and almost always answered when they called to her. Letha had a lot of questions, but the overarching, important question was: why her?
"He also told me that the Ascended were like a family." Her tone was matter-of-fact, and she lifted her chin somewhat toward Samuel. "What can you tell me about the Ascended? About this family?" She did not mean to seem pushy, but if Samuel was bringing up the possible information that Amun could have given her, somewhere she knew there was more. There always had to be more.
Despite their already close proximity, Letha took a step out towards Samuel. Her hands fiddled at her sides, tugging some at the hem of her skirt, trying to stay busy, as usual.
