the VOICE
Ah, but how her bright ones were clever. As Bastien’s idea flourished in full, the Voice seemed to pulse with anticipation, gratitude - a touch of pride, perhaps? Bastien would feel himself grow warm, as if something was bestowing affection upon him. Her response was simple, but definite.
“I approve, bright one,” she said. “Hang it high. Let your brothers and sisters know they are welcome, always, in those same spaces as those who do not possess their light.”
“I approve, bright one,” she said. “Hang it high. Let your brothers and sisters know they are welcome, always, in those same spaces as those who do not possess their light.”
