"Has he.." The Voice muses, her eyes narrowed as her mind whirls away, deep in thought. Something naggles at the back of her mind, something that she must do and investigate. It is something she might have asked for Wessex's help with, but not now...not in her current condition.
Turning to look at the demigods empty open palm, the Voice does not frown, but instead reaches into her mind to pluck the imagery from it. She sees the strangely shaped and coloured bit of metal, and her expression sharply changes. "Where is it. Where is the metal?" She demands, eyes dark save for flickers of electrical energy.
Turning to look at the demigods empty open palm, the Voice does not frown, but instead reaches into her mind to pluck the imagery from it. She sees the strangely shaped and coloured bit of metal, and her expression sharply changes. "Where is it. Where is the metal?" She demands, eyes dark save for flickers of electrical energy.
