It felt slick and smooth around her.
Beside her, another presence, she was dimly aware of it.
Warm, comforting, she felt no need for anything else.
It was from here, where she was woven into this deep comfort,
that she first heard a clear precise noise.
For a moment it was indistinguishable to her, incomprehensible.
But then, it became sound and moved in rhythm,
meaning blossoming from it.
Beautiful, elegant, enlightening. Then quiet.
No, this wasn't right, bring back the sound, bring back the voice.
Suddenly she realised it wasn't merely a voice. It had become her's.
A speech forged in silk.