where the sea breaks

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Ask and ye shall receive. The Voice appears in a static whirlwind of bright blue and white. She is youthful in appearance, yet the wizened sizzle of her gaze suggests she is anything but. Looking down at the small offering—flowers and a moon—she allows a small smile to slip across her lips. "For me? You didn't need to do that." She cooes softly, kneeling to retrieve that she might study it more closely. "Unlike the other gods, I don't require you to bring me anything. Your presence in my life is more than enough." Glancing up, her gaze bright and her smile vibrant, the Voice pauses to inspect the boy-turning-man before her. "I am pleased to see you Clemente. I'm sorry its taken so long for us to meet, just the two of us."