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VOICE
VOICE
”It certainly did.”
The sound of her echoes throughout the cavern, but she does not appear right away. Instead that static light which precedes her will seem to pulse around Nate, to rejuvenate him, to fill him with a sense of warmth and calm against the torrent of the oncoming conversation.
When the Voice does come into view, she is standing with Pemota, fussing the starwhale and gazing upon Nate with a touch of sadness in her eyes. ”He is with me, as are they all,” she confirms. ”At peace, not suffering. He is alright.” A brief nod.
”But you are not, bright one.” Inside or out, by the look of it. ”I can sense it in the workings of you.” Because of course she knew it all - that was part of the deal.
The sound of her echoes throughout the cavern, but she does not appear right away. Instead that static light which precedes her will seem to pulse around Nate, to rejuvenate him, to fill him with a sense of warmth and calm against the torrent of the oncoming conversation.
When the Voice does come into view, she is standing with Pemota, fussing the starwhale and gazing upon Nate with a touch of sadness in her eyes. ”He is with me, as are they all,” she confirms. ”At peace, not suffering. He is alright.” A brief nod.
”But you are not, bright one.” Inside or out, by the look of it. ”I can sense it in the workings of you.” Because of course she knew it all - that was part of the deal.
