[INCOMPLETE]

[dark_hierophant]

Who: Warren and Angel
When: Shortly after Angel's arrival
Where: The standard clock tower. Is it red now?
Rating: It's a snarky evil priest and a six year old birdgirl. I'd say G or PG.
Warning: See above.
Summary: Warren goes to find Angel, to earn brownie points with Max, because she's curious, and because she kind of likes how polite the kid is.

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[babyoftheflock]

Angel looked totally lost, her new-found way of communication clutched in her little arms. The girl--after stumbling on more than one piece of trash lying around--decided to take things into her own hands. And that meant flying. Her wings flinched slightly, then spread out and beat the air, pushing the girl upwards and onto a roof, the clock tower plain in sight. Angel walked over to the edge of the roof, judged the distance between the one she was on and the next one that looked to be close enough, backed up a bit, and tried to jump. She landed, stumbled, and rolled on the roof, her wing spreading and stopping her a bit so she could regain her breath. Luckily, the tower wasn't that far from her current position, so she picked herself up and scanned her arms and legs for any damage; there were a few little scrapes, but nothing too noticable or damaging. 'Not doing that again...' she thought to herself, spreading her wings again and taking off from the roof, heading in the direction of that tower

[dark_hierophant]

Warren paused and glanced around, her metallic wings flaring out in mild surprise. She'd been so caught up in her personal ruminations she had let her guard down! What a joke, she mused. However, the voice didn't sound like it could be any threat, and she turned toward it to greet the small source of the question with a smile.

"Yes, that is my name," she replied, dropping to one knee. Though her sword sat at her hip, she hoped she wouldn't have to use it after yesterday's fiasco. "Angel, right? I will take you to Max. She is waiting at my house. I'm sure she'll have tea and cookies ready for us!" Warren still had a small box of cookies she hadn't eaten yet, and she hoped they were still there.

She doubted Max would eat them all anyway, he was far too giving when it concerned those sweet little baked goods he made and sold. Not that Warren felt like complaining, the attention (never mind the sweets) was delightful.

[babyoftheflock]

Angel jumped back in surprise also, her white little--at least, compared to Warren's they were--wings beating to keep her balanced; the motion scared her

[dark_hierophant]

Warren flare wings out halfway, turning slightly away from the child. "We have a little ways to travel. Here, climb on my back. As far as the cookies go, they have little chunks of chocolate in them. They are quite good with milk." Warren frowned. "But we mustn't eat too many, as I intend on cooking dinner, and too many sweets will spoil your appetite." It had been over a century since Warren had last spoken with her mother, but those words never left the aasimar's mind.

"Indeed, I know where I'm going," she replied, and, noticing Angel's glance, decided to placate her fears. "My sword is for defense, child, as this land is not safe. Monsters and the like are plentiful in this world, and so I use my blade to protect myself and Max, if I must. I noticed you staring at it. Would you like to see it when we get to my house? Or take a look at the wooden weapons in my home?"