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*unlike most of his family, he won't enter by means of flight (though he does have a rather magnificent pair of bright white wings which are immediately noticeable, and he is wearing flying leathers) -- he'll be on foot, carrying a roll of paper in one hand (it's sheet music)*
*he's maybe seventeen, with the trademark bright blue eyes that instantly mark him as Gabriel's son, the longish dirty blond hair that marks him as Rachel's as well, and the smoothly attractive features that come with having just passed out of youth*
*and gives a slightly tentative smile* This isn't the Eyrie.
Typist: The ickle Gabrielson. And the last one, for actually. ...yeah, and his name is Matthew. Since he fails too much to mention that.
*he's maybe seventeen, with the trademark bright blue eyes that instantly mark him as Gabriel's son, the longish dirty blond hair that marks him as Rachel's as well, and the smoothly attractive features that come with having just passed out of youth*
*and gives a slightly tentative smile* This isn't the Eyrie.
Typist: The ickle Gabrielson. And the last one, for actually. ...yeah, and his name is Matthew. Since he fails too much to mention that.