So what would an angel say?

Stepping into the world had sent her and her siblings all abuzz with excitement, their youthful eyes all glittering with the possibilities they could find outside of the den. Their mother had told them not to wander far, not to step over the defined borders set. There are monsters out there. Illu was quite taken with the word. What was a monster? What was beyond the borders? She could stare and stare out there forever and never see enough – not until she was old enough to venture out. But she was a pup, and she would obey her mother’s teachings. What child did not hunger for more, greedy little things they were.

Illusion was exploring the cave system that joined their den to the rest of Gorge. Her eyes had to adjust to the darker areas of it all, but she hadn’t particularly any fear within her. Not so much of a tickle of fear for any danger within, it was just her and the caves and darkness that swathed her already midnight coat. The glitter of her eyes shining with what light could reach her face and the intricate golden markings there. When she felt like she was far enough, the girl seated herself and began to sing. It was a child’s voice of course, so it was hardly perfect. Her small voice bounced along the walls and ricocheted back into her ears as she practiced. The echo allowed her to fix where her voice faltered or weakened, building her confidence as she adjusted where she needed to – the tone steadying enough eventually that it began to sound like something worth listening to. Just a bit.


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