the VOICE
At the request to drink, the Voice opens her arms willingly, her smile as dazzling as ever. "Never," she assures her bright one. "Wherever I am able to be, I will come to you if you need it." And if they continued to explore as she had bid them to do, to make their shrines and their safehouses, and to spread word of their blessed existence, then the task would become ever more easy to do.
"Drink, Wessex, until you are sated. And remember - the more we endear ourselves to those who are less bright than we, the more likely we are to gain brothers and sisters as time goes on. That is paramount to our success."
"Drink, Wessex, until you are sated. And remember - the more we endear ourselves to those who are less bright than we, the more likely we are to gain brothers and sisters as time goes on. That is paramount to our success."
