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
"And, it's just because she loves us?" She let out a soft, breathy laugh. Letha was no stranger to having gods active in her life, even if she couldn't remember it. Her uncle was a demi-god, in fact, but had met his demise too early for being too brave. Still, Letha couldn't remember that. "I would like to meet this Voice." she said. She was, so far, totally in awe of this goddess and all that she had done for her people.
She scooted closer some to Samuel, shifting her whole body on the boulder. She pulled her knees in tight, resting her chin on them. She watched as Samuel ripped and repaired the paper. The wonder and awe in his own voice was enough for Letha to keep smiling, keep wondering about the Voice. "Do you get to choose your gifts from her?" she asked, shifting blue eyes up to Samuel's.
