"Jovah's ears are good but he still needs to be told things the right way. The priest who dedicated you told the god that name and he was never formally updated," murmurs Isabella. "It's the same for everything we want to tell him. If I want rain or sun, I can't only sit in my room asking in plain language, I have to go aloft and pray for it. But now Alleluia's told Jovah your name and he's fixed it."
Isabella goes on stroking his hair. "Did you pick Micaiah yourself or did the other Manderras name you?"
"Okay then." She scoops him up in her arms - one under his knees, one behind his back, holding him securely, and she gets up and runs down the hill, wings outflung, until she catches air and rises into the sky. "So - now we know the answer to that question."
"...Well, I'm not sure. If I didn't know that Edori don't even believe in marriage I would be asking you to avoid marrying anyone who isn't me. Since that would interfere with angelico-ing if it came up."
"It's - hardly urgent. It may not be necessary at all; Jovah only commands it of Archangels and he could still easily choose someone else," says Isabella.
"Priests," laughs Isabella. "Priests do it - oracles can too, and host leaders are empowered to do the same but often don't. I'd ask Delilah, probably. I don't think Alleluia likes me and Peninnah hates doing weddings for anyone out of her own family."
"A lot of people describe her that way. I think my go-to adjective would be... passionate, maybe. But maybe I'm just not her kind of fun and I don't see as much of that side of her."
"She didn't seem to be talking much during your conversation with Noah. How'd you form your impression of her?"