Voice Testing

[nottheproblem]

It begins.
The path will be difficult, but the victory at the end worth it.

Even for a man I won't care to see.

Comments

[nottheproblem]

[What does one say to something like that? Is she particularly emotive? No. Not necessarily. Many of her looks to him as a child, were of that of a slightly wary mother. Slightly.

To think of what she saw in his gaze now...

He looks as though he needs one more than she does. Once will not be so horrible.

So she opens her arms for him.]

What makes you think I have need for you to do something.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

[That was fine. That was perfectly fine. Connor might've felt a bit amused by that comment.

For a second, it almost felt natural. They were really quite a alike. I wonder how much they knew that.]

I do not claim you do. But my hand is merely offered should you ever need it.

[nottheproblem]

[She says nothing immediately. Instead, she eyes him, almost stares him down, except her gaze isn't quite so prying. She gives him respect, consideration, and motherly admiration with her look alone.

Then she nods.]

As mine is for you, Ratonhnhaké:ton.

[mohawk_tomahawk]

[This. This was a gift. A gift Connor never thought he'd feel. What a Mama's Boy.]

This land is very different from our own. I suppose I should warn you of that now.

[nottheproblem]

[There are many questions. And she doesn't ask them. Not yet. Perhaps out of pride. Perhaps because she's suspected this already. With Ziio, a direct understanding is not necessarily so obvious.]

I'll tread carefully.