Chapter 27: What The Morrow Holds
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William was in a tight spot... in which he had no idea why he wanted her to speak more, he always prefers his silence and solitude with his books and maps, even when Sophia tends to give him a headache he knows how to deal with it... but this was different there was no dealing with anything, this was just a subconscious urge to hear her voice more, it was tiny and soft and new to him, like a mystery and a round of questions.
Like how would her voice be when she’s happy, sad, or angry, or what it would sound like when she raised her voice, how would it change in tone?
He has only known his late mentor’s voice, Basker, to boom dully like an old man whenever he talks.
Severus one of his creations... to be amused ever since he obtained a human body, and there was Elvenia who has a stoic voice, and Sophia who was always pouting to his ears. Ava was simply different, everything that came out of her mouth was a question and she didn’t seem to know how to speak properly... seems like there was more work in his hands not that he was complaining.
"What is... m-mae?"
Her sudden voice caught his attention like it was a soft rhythm being played.
"Mae?" he was puzzled.
"Maet"