the rocks work as hard as the stars, to be what they are
"I think you'll find I never used those words." She corrected with a small smile. "There will never be a posture of fealty required to gain my attention. No special words or phrases to bend my ear, no offerings that must in place before I will appear to you. You are my children, my bright ones. Ours is not a religion, but a family." The Voice added softly, before looking at those around her.
The water from the geyser rose, mixing with the encantado blood. It suddenly became electrified; blue sparks shining through the reddish liquid. This was poured over the porous volcanic rock in a whirl of what now looked like electrical fire. Burning and sparking, this strange amalgam was applied to the cloud manta stone, snapping the crystal and soaking up the essence within.
When the light and the dust settled, the Shrine created by her children had appeared. It looked as if it had already weathered many a storm, as if it had always been a part of the landscape.
"I am well pleased with all of you, more than words could say." The Voice said, electric stare roaming over those assembled with unfathomable love and appreciation for their efforts.
The water from the geyser rose, mixing with the encantado blood. It suddenly became electrified; blue sparks shining through the reddish liquid. This was poured over the porous volcanic rock in a whirl of what now looked like electrical fire. Burning and sparking, this strange amalgam was applied to the cloud manta stone, snapping the crystal and soaking up the essence within.
When the light and the dust settled, the Shrine created by her children had appeared. It looked as if it had already weathered many a storm, as if it had always been a part of the landscape.
"I am well pleased with all of you, more than words could say." The Voice said, electric stare roaming over those assembled with unfathomable love and appreciation for their efforts.
