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VOICE
VOICE
With a bit of a disappointed frown, the Voice looked upon Sam with electric and loving eyes. She knew not what more he needed. All the things he'd ever asked of her she'd provided, and yet he seemed more and more like a lost child rather than the bright man he had started to become.
Alas..
Turning to Wessex, the deity nodded. "I require two pieces of onyx, or four if Sam would like this gift as well. Shards of ice made magically cold, and a concave piece of glass—again, or two depending..."
With a wry smile she nodded to Wessex, knowing that she was more than up for the task. Sam though? That he would turn down such a gift given the field he'd invested himself in seemed...troubling. But she kept her thoughts to herself for now.
Alas..
Turning to Wessex, the deity nodded. "I require two pieces of onyx, or four if Sam would like this gift as well. Shards of ice made magically cold, and a concave piece of glass—again, or two depending..."
With a wry smile she nodded to Wessex, knowing that she was more than up for the task. Sam though? That he would turn down such a gift given the field he'd invested himself in seemed...troubling. But she kept her thoughts to herself for now.
