Concentrated on what gathered them, the pair of youths spent their time excelling her sound.
Time passed under the tension her clearer tone evolved to.
Every night in those solely four sessions they have endured... Her voice developed further.
And to his acute hearing... A shiver was to shake his vessels as her sound became louder in its softness.
He despised his present yet also felt fortunate to experience it.
The man who was clearly weak to her everything was amazingly conscious that if he was to suddenly listen to her developed voice without preparation... His enraptured soul would ripe its devotion with no restraint to the glorious mouthpiece of an existence she appeared to be.
'It is only a low whisper she manages now... Yet... How powerful it roots itself in my head... A spoken word from her... Oh, how terrific it could be... I cannot fathom its illusion.' — He concluded, expectant for such an attainable future.
