“Do not be scared, Lily,” said a gentle voice, with growly undertones.
“Who’s there?” Lily said with a jerk of her head. Hearing her name was a huge relief. They’d found her, after all. Feeling steady enough to stand up, she looked all around.
“Where are you?” she called. Finally, she wasn’t alone on this strange rock with this dog, who was now wide awake. It also stood up and gazed at her with sad dark brown eyes.
“Don’t worry, buddy. Looks like help is coming,” she said.
“You can call me Sam. I will help you get back to your family.”
“Who are you? What … what … is going on?” Lily shouted. The voice sounded so close, yet she couldn’t see a soul. Hearing voices. Not good. Lily thought as she sat back down, putting her head in her hands. Maybe her helmet hadn’t protected her after all.
The dog was gazing at her now, its eyes now golden brown and brimming with tears. The collar glowed in shifting muted shades of pink. The dog’s long tail slowly fanned the warm air around them, creating a faint buzzing that was almost melodic. There could be no mistake. It was the most amazing thing. This dog was talking to her.
That was his voice in her head.
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This was a good prompt for you! I particularly like the last graph, lovely description there. And you weave it seamlessly into the narrative. Excellent section.
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