The Voice watches, easily able to imagine what it is Wessex believes she is seeing before her. So bright is the hallucination that it nearly makes colourful patterns of firelight dance across the demigod's features as she questions the god she sees in her mind. Holographic as she is, the Voice can offer no comfort to her masterpiece. The best she can do is flash the black dragonling a weary smile should Loki look up while her bonded carries on imaginary conversations.
"Tell me, did Tanau tell you where he'd been all this time?" The Voice softly prompts through this tirade of questions.
"Tell me, did Tanau tell you where he'd been all this time?" The Voice softly prompts through this tirade of questions.
