your tongue is twisted, your teeth are nails
Letha moved quickly and silently to keep pace with the others. She did not know where to go on her own to make it to the shrine, so she did not want to fall behind. The tension between the Ascended was almost tangible to her, and it forced her silence. They had chosen not to fight. Or, rather, had been directed not to fight by Wessex because the entire family did not agree. Letha did not know a family to ever wholly agree on anything, ever. But, this family was still new to her, so she did not argue that fact.
Aside from the tension she felt between these new comrades of hers, Letha's own personal tension was growing. Finally, after having many others tell her of the Voice and that she needed to go see her, Letha was being led to a place where the goddess would hopefully make herself known. Anticipation crawled along her skin like insects, and it made her feel more antsy than normal. Her fingers incessantly tugged at the sleeve of her shirt, and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She waited, expectantly and nervously, standing slightly behind Amun.
they drove your voice in your throat
Letha
