the VOICE
The Voice falls silent as well, giving the space to Bastien, letting his words echo softly around the chamber, as true and sincere as if Rexanna were before them. ”When the time comes, you will be with her again,” she assures him. ”And you will see her even so - in your child’s smile, in the way they might look at you at times. Your Azrael... they will be your salvation until you meet with your Penumbra again.”
Bowing her head, she allows his goodbye to be the last spoken on the matter, static gaze raising once more as he turns their attention to other things. Indeed, the Voice seems to brighten, to surge with power around them. She reaches out to let her fingers ghost across his cheek, and there is something deeply and infinitely proud in her expression.
”You are in a wonderfully unique position, Bastien,” she says softly. ”No fighter are you, it is true. But a herald? A harbinger? With your artistic skill and eloquence, I can think of no finer.” A smile passes across her face. ”It may not have escaped your notice that some of your siblings, whilst powerful, are not... personable.”
She laughs softly. ”You, however - what a fine thing it would be, for the world to hear about me from you. From one who holds a miracle in his arms.”
Bowing her head, she allows his goodbye to be the last spoken on the matter, static gaze raising once more as he turns their attention to other things. Indeed, the Voice seems to brighten, to surge with power around them. She reaches out to let her fingers ghost across his cheek, and there is something deeply and infinitely proud in her expression.
”You are in a wonderfully unique position, Bastien,” she says softly. ”No fighter are you, it is true. But a herald? A harbinger? With your artistic skill and eloquence, I can think of no finer.” A smile passes across her face. ”It may not have escaped your notice that some of your siblings, whilst powerful, are not... personable.”
She laughs softly. ”You, however - what a fine thing it would be, for the world to hear about me from you. From one who holds a miracle in his arms.”
