Nathan has just landed somewhere near the mansion. He's grinning broadly and likely humming or possibly singing softly as he shakes out his wings and folds them back. It's a good day.

The first thing one will notice when coming across Nathan will surely be his wings. They're large, and white, and while they are not quite as fine as his brother's, they are lovely enough. He is seated within the mansion, on a stool, likely in a corner in order to keep his wings safe from being trodden upon. He has spent quite some time in a body ( Read more... )

*he's little, that should be what is first noticeable* *he is little and wee and cannot stay still* *and he has fluffy wings that are a bit big and slightly awkward, but he knows how to use them properly, so they don't seem to be except in those moments he stays still and he would really like an older brother, yes*

*is seated on a stool, face in hand, thinking a bit* *idly, mostly to himself* I wonder if Gabriel's here.

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