Albeit only slightly, Sh'ozak smiled contentedly. Very rarely did things proceed exactly as they intended, and the smooth transition of La'Row to the flesh of the Charente was a welcome relief.
"And unlike so many others, the strength of your resolve does not cloud your wisdom. A fine addition to the Light." Sh'ozak nodded, deeply satisfied with all that had transpired. Briefly, a shimmering form appeared alongside Sh'ozak and exchanged rapid whispers before disappearing just as quickly. The threads of light faded, and the symbols and images that she had been looking at before returned. "The smaller shells for those of your crew are prepared. When you come among the Light, you must deliver them to the metal nest we spoke of earlier."
She tilted her head slightly, a soft expression crossing the face of her form. It truly could have been a motherly kindness, a playful teasing, a smug satisfaction, or anything else the lightest of smiles could convey. "When you come among the Light in full, your mind will touch every other mind at once, and forever. While fear would not serve you well, it would be wise to steel yourself. Many colorful personalities glide amongst the caste of Keepers, and perchance they shall startle you when you first connect to them." Sh'ozak leaned forward, placing her hands behind her back. "A great inspiration among us Advisors, to be sure, but to be known as the Bloodletter requires a indelicate state of mind, does it not?"
As whispers grow, the form fades to mist once again, leaving a faint feeling of warmth. Yet, as the mists races back along the hallways from where it came, a faint, light laughter can be heard. "Return to us soon, should you require more guidance."
