[ The voice, in spite of its invasiveness, is disarmingly gentle. It should feel foreign, but it sounds, feels, like her own thoughts. Probably it feels more or less the same for him, an otherwoldly force disguising itself as their own compulsions. ]
It's definitely unusual....
[There's nothing to worry about. The voice is calm and insistent, and it coats her mind the way a syrupy medicine spreads across one's tongue. It's just a pretty stone.]
... I don't think there's any harm to it, though. It's kind of pretty.
[ So pretty, in fact, that it seems like a shame to leave all these ropes and papers dangling all over the surfaces, obstructing the view. That's right. Take it down. Take it all down.]
Why don't you remove those ropes so we can get a better view? I'll take down these wards on the trees.
[ They're connected, after all, and they really take away from the ambiance. Never mind that they don't actually touch the crystal, nor do they impede its quickening glow. Her fingers are itching to do as the voice commands, and even as she works to dismantle the wards, every time her common sense tries to dredge itself up it's simply sucked back under by the riptide that is the Voice.
That's it. Keep going. You're almost there now. With its encouragement it pushes a sense of satisfaction; each rope and talisman removed brings with it a thrill, not unlike victory in battle. ]
NO WORRIES, apparently I also died right after you
It's definitely unusual....
[ There's nothing to worry about. The voice is calm and insistent, and it coats her mind the way a syrupy medicine spreads across one's tongue. It's just a pretty stone. ]
... I don't think there's any harm to it, though. It's kind of pretty.
[ So pretty, in fact, that it seems like a shame to leave all these ropes and papers dangling all over the surfaces, obstructing the view. That's right. Take it down. Take it all down. ]
Why don't you remove those ropes so we can get a better view? I'll take down these wards on the trees.
[ They're connected, after all, and they really take away from the ambiance. Never mind that they don't actually touch the crystal, nor do they impede its quickening glow. Her fingers are itching to do as the voice commands, and even as she works to dismantle the wards, every time her common sense tries to dredge itself up it's simply sucked back under by the riptide that is the Voice.
That's it. Keep going. You're almost there now. With its encouragement it pushes a sense of satisfaction; each rope and talisman removed brings with it a thrill, not unlike victory in battle. ]