the stories i could tell
Out of the vase, the Voice emerges. Willowy with electrical light, she seems to pour herself upward until the lightning coalesces and she is as real as she ever is in places like this. "Think nothing of it. Though, should you come across any more pesky spirits, you needn't endure their curses. I know when we last met it was for a more serious reason, but I do so love to hear the sound of your voice Amun. You could have said something sooner. Or Dias ti, as the case was." She chuckles slightly, folding her hands in her lap as she sits elevated above the vase.
"Now, what can I do for you?"
"Now, what can I do for you?"
