A red flower had drawn some of the flies, and Tal stepped towards it, leaning down to admire the broad, fleshy petals while they spoke. He shot a confused glance over to his friend at his explanation, no closer to understanding than he had been before. "Sure, but who made it?" he tried again, seeking something more concrete to wrap his brain around. "It's not just some... some horrible practical joke, right?"
Though maybe it had already been too late. The Voice, the Ascended, the Old Gods and all the demigods popping up in recent years... it had all been gathering speed, like a few pebbles rolling downhill that grew into an avalanche. He'd been able to focus on his job, on Halo, on surviving... but he couldn't keep his head in the snow any longer. "You've met her, right? The Voice? What's she really like?"
Though maybe it had already been too late. The Voice, the Ascended, the Old Gods and all the demigods popping up in recent years... it had all been gathering speed, like a few pebbles rolling downhill that grew into an avalanche. He'd been able to focus on his job, on Halo, on surviving... but he couldn't keep his head in the snow any longer. "You've met her, right? The Voice? What's she really like?"
