The voice speaks within him, first quietly and then louder. It recognizes Meteion's shard as soon as it sees it, the lost sister it had implored to find the light. There is a sense of relief in it now, of nurturing comfort.
Her shard shines pure... the darkness has fled... my sister need only welcome the light of morning...
The presence is a bit less overbearing in its joy. Estinien will feel it with him, as if resting its hands on his shoulders.
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The voice speaks within him, first quietly and then louder. It recognizes Meteion's shard as soon as it sees it, the lost sister it had implored to find the light. There is a sense of relief in it now, of nurturing comfort.
Her shard shines pure... the darkness has fled... my sister need only welcome the light of morning...
The presence is a bit less overbearing in its joy. Estinien will feel it with him, as if resting its hands on his shoulders.
Thank you...