#lightvoices

   The Light beckons to him but not in the way it does to others. It serves to drive an insatiable hunger, one that guides him from place to place with the sole goal of snuffing it out. He draws in a soft breath at the sound of Light being channeled into Solar energy. Yor’s head falls back in a slow motion where his eyes can no longer trace the arcane wave while it travels up into the sky, a curious thing to see, one not yet witnessed.

   There are a lot of things different now, since his demise.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't do that."

“If I may have your attention, perhaps....”

Khyl peered down at the human. He could tell that it was a female - her scent gave her away - and while she seemed small, she had the bearing of someone of importance. Instinct also told him that she was a warrior of some kind, and that he should be wary, lest she consider him a threat.

For now, he was not. He had no reason to attack her unprovoked. Such things were beneath him. Once, he would have taken pride in slaughtering an innocent person like her. But that had been so very long ago. He had changed; he was far more open to interacting nicely with humans.

“Perhaps you could tell me where I am?”

          when the twins had been born, shaxx marveled and fawned over them for a solid two weeks, unable and unwilling to part from them unless it was vadim or zufash that wanted to hold them. but when the third week rolled around, he started to get antsy, restless, wanted to do some kind of work rather than sitting bed all day. now that he’s back on his feet and back at the crucible, he’s reconsidering that again.

          entering vadim’s study muffles the busyness of the tower outside, allowing a comfortable and muted silence to fall over him. there’s a soft sigh as his shoulders slump in relief and, when he looks over at vadim’s desk, he can’t help the small smile that forms as he walks over. the crib next to the speaker’s desk is of the same wood and strangely looks very in place in the immaculate study save for the brightly colored mobile that spins above the bed.

     a  white  cloak  floats  gracefully  upon  a  hunters  back ... silver  hues  looking  out  from  beyond  the  tower  with  thoughts  spiralling  as  if  they  never  once  rested.      that  artefact  she  uncovered  in  the  hell  mouth ... should  it  really  exist --- ??  she  was  a  hunter  in  her  own  right ... she  knew  the  stories ... one  passed  from  generation  to  generation  of  hunters ...       a  meeting  with  the  speaker  arranged,  that  was  the  level  of  worry  she  held ... one  not  many  hunters  showed ...      she  held  the  thorn  like  item  with  the  palm  of  her  hand ... it  felt  heavy ... as  if  carried  more  then  just  lives  with  it.      thus,  his  in  her  vision,  lips  part  almost  immediately  upon  his  arrival.

☼ - The Speaker has had a long day.  With a Consensus meeting and discussions with the Vanguard, he’s not quite exhausted, but getting there.  He’s on his way back towards his quarters when he senses someone coming.

Vadim makes a soft sound of surprise as he’s pushed up against the nearest wall.  When he looks up, he sees Ikora there.  He blinks in surprise, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes.  “Ikora,” he says softly.  “What’s the meaning of this?”

The question isn’t harsh.  Rather he’s curious, and there’s a bit of a sparkle to his eyes.

“hush.” her lips are a breath away from his. despite her sudden appearance, ikora’s grip is surprisingly light; she’s not holding vadim here against his will, or with anymore strength necessary to remain in contact. “i think you’ve done enough talking for now.”

the hallway is empty; most guardians have left to fulfill their duties, or gone straight to bed. that’s fine for her. better for her, even. no one needs to see their warlock vanguard with the speaker, not like this. oh, the rumors that would fly!

   They’re back behind their counter, reclined in the chair and watching passing shapes of people before glass windows. All manners of colors go by with many continuing on without ever turning back. Though, Echo takes note that the fuzzy outline of someone has remained stagnant just beyond the translucent door. It fills them with a small amount of unease for a few second until the stranger comes inside.