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[wing_beats]

After a day of riding the elevators up and down (what a strangely exciting feeling!) Ahio was occupying himself with more pleasant activities. His music, for instance

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[tweedandtartan]

"You know, drinking milk will help with that sort of thing."

The molting. He picks up a feather from the spot where he's standing in the doorway and gives the other angel a small, secret smile. It would be nice to have his kind here again.

[wing_beats]

Ahio startled a bit, having been concentrating so hard on the music, and trying to think of just the right notes.

"Oh! Hello," Ahio grinned sheepishly and reached to turn the music down. "Sorry, was the music to loud?"

[tweedandtartan]

"Not at all, my dear." Aziraphale smiled a little and ran his hand through his hair.

"I did not quite believe Mark when he told me there was another angel here."

[wing_beats]

"Mark...oh yes! The man who led me here from the clinic," Ahio smiled. And then tilted his head. "Another angel? Someone told me I might run into another one." Not seeing any wings on the man in his doorway, Ahio assumed he was talking about someone he knew.

Ahio stood from his chair suddenly. "Ah! How rude of me," he held out a hand. "I am Ahio."

[tweedandtartan]

He quirked his brow at the other man and smiled, shaking in return.

"Aziraphale. And I assure you that any stories you might have heard about me are quite false." A pause. "I tend not to keep my wings out for too long. It's a bit less ... common, where we're from."

[wing_beats]

Now Aziraphale was more like the names he was used to. He hadn't met an Aziraphale before, but they were around Samaria. But he definitely didn't know this one.

"Stories? Sorry, I don't recal any," he looked doubtfully at him, searching for wings on the man and not seeing. "You're an angel...? You seem mortal to me."

[tweedandtartan]

Aziraphale let out a soft chuckle. "Too much time around them, perhaps. But if you insist..." He slipped out of his tweed jacket and his shirt to let his wings free, allowing them to fill out to their own span.

[wing_beats]

Ahio's eyes widened in fascination. "That's a neat trick! Would make dancing and quite a few other things easier," Ahio laughed. "How'd you do it?"

[tweedandtartan]

It was a little effort to shift into the female form, but perfectly possible.

"Oh, it's a little talent I share with a few of my fellow angels." A soft smile.

[wing_beats]

"Is it common in this village for all living things to turn suddenly into females?" Ahio asked with laughter in his voice. This Aziraphale was amazing!

Still, he felt that pang of homesickness. "I'm afraid my fellows and I aren't quite as gifted." He made an observation then. "You must be of the angel sort that I get stares for." If Aziraphale's kind could do such wonderous things, no wonder people nearly had heart attacks when he walked by without a coat.

[tweedandtartan]

"At some point and time, perhaps. I should think that my ... associate is the one who deserves more stares, his eyes the way they are." Aziraphale shakes her head.

"And in answer to your question - no, I don't think it's terribly common for people to turn into females ... although there was a gendershifting a few months ago. Temporary, of course."

[wing_beats]

Ahio laughed again. "I won't ask about the gendershifting. but I have now encountered a cat, an owl, and now an angel turning into a woman."

The blonde motioned for Aziraphale to sit with a smile. "Who's this associate of yours? Another angel?"

[tweedandtartan]

He lounged easily in a chair and paused, pursing his lips.

"Of a sort, I suppose..."

[wing_beats]

"Liiike...I'm an angel of a sort, and you're another, or..?" Ahio grinned, locking his fingers behind his neck. "This is quite an interesting place to be."

[tweedandtartan]

"Yes, exactly like that. Or ... well, no. We're the same sort, but we went down opposite paths."

That was a suitable way to describe it.

[wing_beats]

"How's that?" Ahio had no knowledge of any of the ancient religions of the old world. He had limited knowledge of 'bad' or 'evil' as well, since Samaria was based on peace and harmony as he so liked to tell people.