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[painted_angel]

Enter a girl, in her late teens. She could be perfectly normal, though she is wearing flying leathers and two white wings that are larger than she is protrude from her back. Her smile is quiet and her eyes are bright as she looks about. She tucks her flute case into her satchel and then perches on a stool.I suppose an introduction is in order. I am

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[notahades]

Shiny. Well, hi, Jael of Jordana. Must be interesting to have important parents. Brynne Sedgewick. And don't look now but there's a cat behind you and if you turn carefully you won't step on her.

[painted_angel]

*shrugs* It's just the way life is. It's nice to meet you, Brynne Sedgewick. *and then a half turn to scritch the cat, but not so as to turn her back on Brynne*

[notahades]

Good way to look at it. Ditto, for now anyway. Not that I doubt you're a good person. Do your wings blind people in direct sunlight?

*cat, which is apparently Erato, purrs and bats at her hand*

[painted_angel]

*blinks* I don't think they do. They shouldn't, anyway.

*smiles and laughs softly, continuing the scritching*

[notahades]

Glad to hear it. They're very bright. That's Erato. Don't give her food.

Erato: *purrs again, happily*

[painted_angel]

I've gotten more comments on them today than I have in the past year. *and looks back at the cat briefly* Hello, Erato. *-- back to Brynne, yey* I don't have anything she'd eat with me, I don't think.

[notahades]

Well, if you live someplace where people are used to them, they wouldn't comment at all, right? ...And I wouldn't be so sure about that. Really. *and to Erato, who's attempting to prop herself up and give Jael adorablepleadingkittyeyes* You stop that. I just fed you.

[painted_angel]

Most humans never really get used to them. The young children, especially. ...She'll eat anything, I take it?

[notahades]

Mmm, yes. The wings tend to be kind of a novelty for us. Anything and everything. Her mother ate my senior thesis once.

[painted_angel]

-- Senior thesis? *blinkblinkconfusion*

[notahades]

Yeah, y'know. The bitch of a paper you have to write when graduating from college.

[painted_angel]

...No, I don't know. Sorry.

[notahades]

Well, yeah, I figure angels don't really need to go to college.

[painted_angel]

I don't think there are any colleges in all Samaria.

[notahades]

*...blinkblink* No colleges? But...where d'you learn, then?

[painted_angel]

From family or from a master of a particular skill, of course.