the rocks work as hard as the stars, to be what they are
Static fills the air, filling it with a sense of frenetic energy that Isla's circuits will no doubt appreciate, might which might make Sunjata feel slightly anxious. Appearing with a hum of electricity, the Voice sighs as she gazes out into the Atheneum, hating this shrine most of all. How many times had she not so subtly hinted at remaking it? At removing the presence of the Old Gods? Ahh well. Everything in its own time.
"If I ignored you and punished you for making up your own mind, I would be no better than the Old Gods." The Voice says, her bright blue stare landing first upon Isla despite Sunjata's call. "And I will never be that, not even at the very end of my days. Your ability to choose and think for yourself is what makes you bright, and I would never see that dulled." Still, a monumental chance had now come and gone, and would likely never come again. That she was not disappointed did not mean that there wouldn't be ramifications in the future.
Turning to Sunjata, the Voice smiles slowly. 'Thank you for all that you have done in service of our family. I know it can't be easy for you, not with all the politics that come along with just trying to do the right thing."
"If I ignored you and punished you for making up your own mind, I would be no better than the Old Gods." The Voice says, her bright blue stare landing first upon Isla despite Sunjata's call. "And I will never be that, not even at the very end of my days. Your ability to choose and think for yourself is what makes you bright, and I would never see that dulled." Still, a monumental chance had now come and gone, and would likely never come again. That she was not disappointed did not mean that there wouldn't be ramifications in the future.
Turning to Sunjata, the Voice smiles slowly. 'Thank you for all that you have done in service of our family. I know it can't be easy for you, not with all the politics that come along with just trying to do the right thing."
