As she has done with the other Ascended who visit her shrine whilst sick, when the Voice appears it’s as little more than a flickering hologram. She gazes sadly upon Nate, giving Sunjata nary a glance for his trouble. And the jars, too, go untouched. When she speaks, her tone is tinged with weary frustration.
”This water comes from a place known as Frey’s Breath. It is cultivated by the old gods, by the very essence of nature. It is akin to drinking poison for my bright ones.” Her form seems to quiver and spark, and something carefully lances out of her to zap at Nate. It will replenish him without the need for touch or interaction, but even that likely won’t stave off his thirst.
”What I require, I have already requested.”
”This water comes from a place known as Frey’s Breath. It is cultivated by the old gods, by the very essence of nature. It is akin to drinking poison for my bright ones.” Her form seems to quiver and spark, and something carefully lances out of her to zap at Nate. It will replenish him without the need for touch or interaction, but even that likely won’t stave off his thirst.
”What I require, I have already requested.”
