Hail, citizens. I hope this day finds ye better than the last.

[malkuthmalakh]

I would have spoken before now, but alas have spent this last day in corvid form. It was a new thing to see with the eyes of a bird, the colours brighter and the world a larger place, but I could not use the network with beak alone, and thus have had converse with no-one

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[worthyofhislove]

There are many winged ones even when there isn't a curse.

[malkuthmalakh]

Birds? Yes, there are many birds...

But, who art thou? I know thee, but I do not know thee. Thou art Jibra'il, but not Jibra'il. As if thou wert some distant relation of hers, something of her sephirah, but not.

I am confused.

[worthyofhislove]

Indeed, I am. Shall we use the old names, Uriel? Please, I prefer Gabriel. I am who I am, but not of your world.

[malkuthmalakh]

That...yes, that would explain it, for thou art of Yesod indeed. Thou art Gabriel, clear as the evening moon.

Is there, then, another me in thy world? What a strange thought..

[worthyofhislove]

It's good to speak with you. You are of Rosiel and Alexiel's world?

Yes, yes of course.

[malkuthmalakh]

I am of that world, yes. And it is good, also, to speak with thee. It is as if with a long-lost friend who I had almost forgotten. I miss our Gabriel, for she is the most quiet and peaceful of we four. Our Mikael is somewhat loud, and our Raphael is... well.. his behaviour is sometimes questionable...