This is not a new arrival to make note of her unusual appearance or unexpected presence. She merely dusts herself off, folds her wings across her back, and brushes her hair out of her eyes. "You're ridiculously far away from anywhere," she says, cheerfully. "I might as well have been flying to Ysral ( Read more... )

*Enter, by means of a pair of magnificent wings taller than he himself, an angel, flying with practiced ease. The Archangel, to be exact, a handsome man of perhaps thirty with black hair, tanned skin, angular features and eyes bluer than blue. He wears only a vest and pants, both of leather, and bands of silver and sapphire around his wrists ( Read more... )