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Isabella sings harmonics - including with Micaiah, once he's learned the mass to performance quality; there's a forty-five minute section in the middle that's perfect for extracting and presenting to the wee hours of the morning at the Eyrie.
She flies on intercessions, and generally brings him along, for rain, to halt a blizzard, to calm a storm, and once she finds a plague flag and puts Micaiah down far away from the settlement while she quizzes the healthier community members about their symptoms. Angels rarely catch the plague; she feels safe enough picking Micaiah up again so he can listen to her sing through the verse designated for each complaint (this for fever, that for cough, the other for the rash) and watch the pills fall to earth. The flag comes down and they continue home.
She keeps half an eye on Nathaniel, and quietly informs Baruch of the situation as well so he'll be mindful of the boy's potential sensitivities.
She falls into an assistant role with Delilah - nothing so formal as the situation she had with Linus, because Isabella would be living at the Eyrie either way, but Delilah sends her to greet visitors and has her take notes at meetings and occasionally even asks her opinion on questions about this or that.
And one morning, Isabella opens her door to leave her quarters and sing a pre-dawn duet with Serah - and the hallway is not there.
"Micaiah," she murmurs.
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"We'll be invisible so you don't have to explain us," adds Shell Bell.
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"Okay. I think I can pretend it's five in the morning. Micaiah, does it feel close enough to five in the morning to you?" Angela inquires.
"Sure," he says indifferently.
jovahs_heiress
"Okay. I guess we can go, then. But - outside of a local emergency - no significant magic on anything other than yourselves until I have an answer," admonishes Angela. "And it might take me a few days to find time to fly to Sinai. There are always intercessions to do and I'm well-known for taking them whenever I can."
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"Do we need to clarify what counts as a local emergency as opposed to a global emergency or a local non-emergency, or will our mutual common sense do?" asks Shell Bell.
jovahs_heiress
"Mmm - weather is never an emergency. If you go exploring on your own and there's weather going on that needs to stop, you can tell me and I can come handle it."
she_sells_seashells
"But you don't care if we teleport and fly around, turn invisible and wander through public areas, conjure ourselves food and shelter and whatever, or stop, like, a house fire," Shell Bell says.
"This'll be fun," Micaiah predicts happily.
she_sells_seashells
"Shall we go? Before your circadian rhythms are thrown off any more?"
jovahs_heiress
"Yes, all right. I just hold the door and let you through? We may as well head out now."
And out they all head, piling into Angela's quarters.
And out they all head, piling into Angela's quarters.
Micaiah is bouncing excitedly. The joy of hearing Angela sing has definitely not gotten old.
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The visitors go invisible, naturally, before the door is reopened to the hallway.
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[She's good. Must be an angel thing, I can't sing like that,] Shell Bell comments to Sherlock.
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