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It should be noted that even before his Fall, when he was just a minor angel of Knowledge called Razsefariel, Razas didn't get a lot of use out of his wings. Oh, flight is all well and good, but when there are books to be read and written and cataloged and knowledge to be explored and pondered on, there's not as much time as there might be for flitting all over Creation.
So now that he's anah and once again has feathered wings -- chicken-patterned wings, yes thank you, Dad, he gets the joke -- and now that they're once again whole and functional thanks to the Grace of the Father and the help of the monks and Michael, he can, perhaps, be forgiven if he's still a little rusty on what to do with the blessed things.
Which is why he'll just be standing here, on the edge of the abbey roof, looking down and then up and then down again with something of a hopelessly intimidated look on his face.
So now that he's anah and once again has feathered wings -- chicken-patterned wings, yes thank you, Dad, he gets the joke -- and now that they're once again whole and functional thanks to the Grace of the Father and the help of the monks and Michael, he can, perhaps, be forgiven if he's still a little rusty on what to do with the blessed things.
Which is why he'll just be standing here, on the edge of the abbey roof, looking down and then up and then down again with something of a hopelessly intimidated look on his face.