Like the sound of voice of an angel singing a lullaby, that soft smooth Gemini voice reverberated through the large hall, eventually falling into their ears. As sweet as it might have sounded, people could not help but settle on the pronouncements of the voice rather than the softness it carried along with it.
Making full use— or perhaps overuse of their 180 degree neck hinge joint, they slowly turned their head, trailing the sound of that voice as if it were some strings, to the owner of it. Simultaneously their movement paused when their eyes landed on the young girl standing with a full knee length black and white hair that fell rigidly beside her. Even the wind blowing through the room could not change the state of it's stiffness.
