Voice

[outer_npcs]

She wakes. [There's wonder in the woman's voice. It doesn't last, transmuting swiftly to fear.] Oh - she's crying out. Too many wounds. Can't you hear?

Comments

[video + freaking out]

[fotlenke]

Are you Norn? [ Because you sound like a Norn. ]

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Your world is very small. A loom is no fit frame for fate.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

You have not answered my question.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Your ears are full of leaves.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

I have no leaves in my ears. I have checked.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Lies. Too enamored of them. Can't see straight.

[And the sad part - this is more sense than she frequently makes.]

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

I have no heart for a lie, Strange Lady. They are not at all appealing.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

You defend them unto death. That suggests a fondness.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

Of what do you speak? That I lie, aye. That I take fondness in a lie, nej. Neither is the matter joyful in a living lie.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Trees grow deep roots. Take care they don't bear bitter fruit.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

And whose fruit would I bear?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Spoilers.

[Voice] oh you did not just do that Q

[fotlenke]

What?

[ She hopes that the "fruit" of which the oracle speaks is by situation, not subject. ]

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Your truth's a tangle. Messy. Treat it better.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

Very wise advise ...for something I have yet to know.