# 190 [Open comment log]
[It was like awaking in a profound daze, a dream that confuses her for first time. It's a new feeling for an old being, but she thrives and locks any new-found emotion deep within. She's Alexiel, God's beloved Daughter and prisoner. Why has she wandered so far from her Garden without permission. How could a bird with clipped wings fly away from its gilded cage?
She found a garden that morning, once she was done of walking bare through the crowed streets, wearing the appearance of a young teenage girl that ignored the faceless passersby around her. And, in the garden, there stands a great tree. The tree neither has ripe fruit nor isn't as great as the one that rots from her Mother's eye, but it'll do. A stone throne, framed with thorns, soon appears from her quiet casting. Alexiel sits on it, covering the scribbles on Enochian with her back; the marks are in the language of angels, spelling out anagrammed blessings and curses under her name.
Sitting, she remains in her solitude, staring at the nothingness as birds gather around her, filling the air with song and nesting in her rippling, dark hair. She's waiting for her Father's commands, even if He does not love her enough to speak to her often. She's waiting and bearing for her brother's happiness.]
[OOC: Comment log because young!Alexiel wouldn't even have a computer close. Heaven is high tech but she... doesn't give a damn?]
She found a garden that morning, once she was done of walking bare through the crowed streets, wearing the appearance of a young teenage girl that ignored the faceless passersby around her. And, in the garden, there stands a great tree. The tree neither has ripe fruit nor isn't as great as the one that rots from her Mother's eye, but it'll do. A stone throne, framed with thorns, soon appears from her quiet casting. Alexiel sits on it, covering the scribbles on Enochian with her back; the marks are in the language of angels, spelling out anagrammed blessings and curses under her name.
Sitting, she remains in her solitude, staring at the nothingness as birds gather around her, filling the air with song and nesting in her rippling, dark hair. She's waiting for her Father's commands, even if He does not love her enough to speak to her often. She's waiting and bearing for her brother's happiness.]
[OOC: Comment log because young!Alexiel wouldn't even have a computer close. Heaven is high tech but she... doesn't give a damn?]