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Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back The time has come to go directly to the source of it all. Amalia isn't sure if she feels more or less uneasy with Sam there. It is another set of eyes, another set of hands, another opponent in this war- but maybe the presence of her brother will encourage the Voice to actually show. To answer questions with something resembling honesty, or at least a shadow of it, though now the Shield wonders if the Voice won't be more likely to sugar coat, with her follower nearby... These and more are the thoughts and anxieties that race through their head as they approach the tree. Once beautiful, once natural, it's a strangely mesmerizing creation of metal and electricity now that makes the Shield's skin crawl. Jyoti croons comfortingly from on Amalia's shoulders, also uneasy but less so than the human. With one last glance to Sam Amalia steps forward, dark eyes searching the boughs. "Hello, Voice. I have questions for you." Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

Samuel

Sam was conflicted about bringing Amalia here. The Voice had told him she would not hesitate to attack Remi if he told her about the man's hate towards him again and he worried that if Amalia began to speak her true mind, the Voice might take action there and then. Though maybe she had a better chance if he was there to try and play referee...feeling oddly responsible for both his sister and his Goddess, he had gone with Amalia with a strict wish she be respectful.

Kneeling before the shrine he let Amalia speak, looking up after she had. "I'm...escorting her to you so she might understand us better, Mother."

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Questions, questions, questions. What if I have questions?

The voice is like windchimes in the woods.

Do you go first? Do I? Shall we go at the same time?

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Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back Amalia doesn't know the Voice's voice well enough to know whether the goddess is speaking or not; she can only assume it is. Glancing sidelong at Sam for some sort of confirmation, the Shield frowns slightly. "I'll answer any questions I can, if you will answer mine," she says simply, hands clutched at her sides. "You go first " False goddess the Voice may be, she's a goddess nonetheless. Some level of respect is called for, begrudging as it may be. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

Samuel

When Sam first heard a voice he looked up, expecting to see the familiar glow of his Goddess: instantly though, once he had listened for longer than a moment, he knew this was wrong. Amalia responded as if this were the Voice herself and he immediately shook his head, gently touched the back of her hand.

"This isn't the Voice." He told her, voice quiet but confident in it's conviction.

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The air seems to chill at Sam's words.

Hush, changed one. No one asked you.

The force seems to turn back towards Amalia, invisible tendrils plucking at her hair. What is your greatest desire?

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Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back Sam's declaration as to the identity of the voice both soothes Amalia and causes her to tense. In truth a part of her is relieved by today's escape from confrontation; but now she has a spirit to contend with, and one who seems keen to gain from her knowledge she is not sure she should give. Her hair dances in invisible hands, lilac strands joining the gold. The first question is easy enough, though Amalia's voice is soft as she answers: "To make the world a better place by serving the Old Gods." Swallowing, she clears her throat. "Who are you?" Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

Samuel

Sam raised his eyebrows at the spirit's dismissal, the phrase 'changed one': this was certainly not The Voice. He did hold his tongue for the moment though as asked, wanting to see what the being would say in response to Amalia's question: just who had they found lurking in his Goddesses shrine?

He was silent and still; the only indication he was listening was the face he pulled when Amalia spoke of her 'desire'.

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Boring The voice croaks. Rashna. It replies, the word presumably its name.

When do you believe you will die?

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Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back It's a strange game but a simple one- at least, as far as Amalia can tell. A question for an answer, though to what end she cannot be sure. At least she misses Sam's unhappy face. As to when she'll die? "When Mort wills it." Amalia answers, again with full conviction. Beyond that, she cannot say. "What is it you most desire, Rasnra?" Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

Samuel

Sam had a very bad feeling indeed about whatever was happening here. Unknown spirits could well be wicked, not necessarily bound to loyalty for the Ascended or Accepted - it could mean the both of them harm. Amalia continued to answer it's questions (admittedly vaguely, but still answers) and he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Are you sure it's wise to talk to it? I think we should just leave." He said to her, looking back behind them to the cave path.

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You speak like you're a book The spirit said, the air huffing around Amalia as the strand of her hair was dropped rather petulantly.

I seek....seeeeeeds Rasnra replied at last, the air around them growing heavy as if with oncoming rain.

No one is talking to you So saying, Sam will find himself unable to speak until the remainder of the thread.

Do you have the courage to give up all that you've known, for what you want?

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Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back "You ask questions with no clear answer," Amalia points out in return, still somewhat reluctant lest this be a trick of the Voice. But Sam's continued uncertainty quells any notion that his goddess may be involved. "What kind of seeds?" she asks before it is her turn, wincing as the words come out and she realizes she's broken the rules. If the first two questions were easily vague, this latest presents an unexpected challenge. All she's known for all she wants? What more does she want, than what she has? But that isn't the question, is it? Does she have the courage to give up all she has, if it is the cost of following the path she's claimed to want? Mouth dry as ash, she doesn't look at Sam. She can only pray he will not speak of this, not to anyone it could hurt. "Yes," Amalia whispers hoarsely, more confident than she feels. "I do." "Why are you asking me this?" Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

Samuel

Sam opened his mouth and no sound came out. Frustrated and alarmed he reached up to touch his throat then his lips; nothing felt out of place, but he still could not speak. He was about to tap Amalia and make it clear he was leaving, not wanting anything more to do with this...

When Amalia admitted what she would give for the Old Gods.

And she called him too devoted to the Voice?

Eyes wide, he found himself frozen in place, wanting to watch the rest of the conversation unfold despite himself. Hands in his lap he hoped he would be ignored and left alone if he stayed quiet and still.

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