the voice of god

*Riva* · 10-27-2021, 12:17 AM

Riva, still drawing her tiny statue up as much as it could, turned a stern look back at her son. When she spoke however, it wasn’t to the boy. “God or not, spooking young boys in the night is not the way to get your message across. Tell me what you wish, and if your request is something I can fiful within the bounds of my morals, I will do so.” She said, raising her voice once more, her eyes still on Deus.

NIGHTINGALE she heard back, the whisper rising in the wind, brushing past her ears, and caressing her coat. “Yes, I am Nightingale” she said, hiding the way her ears quivered with her stern expression. She did not know if gods were real, but they where She would protect her son all the same.

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