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Angela does not get a day free to fly to Sinai for some time. There are always things to do. She becalms storms and calls for corn and goes harmonizing with a young angel girl on her first prayer for rain to take place outside of a music practice room. She is obliged to put in an appearance at a Manadavvi lord's wedding when Moriah, who was originally going to be the Eyrie's representative there, hurts her knee and cannot even run to take off, let alone maneuver through a mortal's house.
She is not supposed to bring Micaiah to this last. ("It might be different if you'd married him, but right now he's just... an affection, and they would be offended if you brought him uninvited," explains Thomas, the angel who liases most with the Manadavvi at the Eyrie.) She misses him more than expected while she's gone, and flies home inadvisably fast and collapses into his arms with exhaustion when she returns.
Shell Bell and Sherlock have been friendly but not interfering; they've set up some sort of home base invisibly on the tippy-top of the mountain peak that houses the Eyrie. They are not staying in Angela's quarters. They are not present for her to be embarrassed by, when the next morning, having slept in her flying leathers and barely sated the absence of Micaiah that bothered her in the Manadavvi house, she kisses him with a bit more intensity than usual.
jovahs_heiress
jovahs_heiress
She doesn't have a harmonics appointment today and no one can ask her for an intercession if she doesn't get out of bed in the first place.
She's been wearing this set of flying leathers too long. Is it also fine by him if they come off?
She's been wearing this set of flying leathers too long. Is it also fine by him if they come off?
jovahs_heiress
Oh good.
Here they are under a tent formed by her left wing with kisses and not too much fabric and it's warm and she's so happy to be here. "I missed you," she murmurs.
Here they are under a tent formed by her left wing with kisses and not too much fabric and it's warm and she's so happy to be here. "I missed you," she murmurs.
yovahs-kisses
"I missed you too," he says, snuggling up. "I love you. You're nice and sweet and warm and snuggly and very, very kissable."
See? Like so!
See? Like so!
jovahs_heiress
Like so indeed.
"I love you too," she says decisively when there's a pause in his demonstration of kissability.
"I love you too," she says decisively when there's a pause in his demonstration of kissability.
jovahs_heiress
"Jovah is good," she sighs, nuzzling against where his shoulder meets his neck.
jovahs_heiress
"And they say when an angel's born, he dances," she says, squirming slightly and settling her wing closer.
yovahs-kisses
...
He grins, and runs his hand along her feathers, and kisses her.
He grins, and runs his hand along her feathers, and kisses her.
jovahs_heiress
The angel Isabella is not seen out in the halls of the Eyrie until somewhat later than her customary time of rising.
Serah quizzes her, when they have lunch, and receives nothing more than a serene smile by way of explanation.
Serah quizzes her, when they have lunch, and receives nothing more than a serene smile by way of explanation.
yovahs-kisses
Micaiah, in the meantime, is napping in her room. Because he is tired. Happily, happily tired.
jovahs_heiress
Two days - two rather exhausting days full of intercessions and attempts at making Jovah dance and meeting with Shell Bell once a day to say no, can't go to Sinai yet, maybe tomorrow - later, Delilah asks Angela to come with her to a meeting at Monteverde. Without Micaiah; it's a political meeting, with the Archangel Linus and representatives from all holds and the Jansai and the city landholders and the Manadavvi, and while it is about trade agreements with Ysral, Micaiah's mere status as adopted Manderra doesn't secure him an invitation and he has no political credentials.
She goes. She'll be gone for three or four days. Micaiah gets a thorough goodbye, and she and Delilah and two other angels and Noah all leave for Monteverde.
She goes. She'll be gone for three or four days. Micaiah gets a thorough goodbye, and she and Delilah and two other angels and Noah all leave for Monteverde.
yovahs-kisses
Despite the extreme thoroughness of that goodbye, he only spends the next few hours or so napping.
Then, as is more or less his habit by now, he starts wandering the Eyrie.
Then, as is more or less his habit by now, he starts wandering the Eyrie.
jovahs_heiress
There's an angel girl a few years older than Isabella whose name Micaiah has not yet had occasion to learn, walking the other way. She pauses when she sees him. "Oh," she says, fluffing milk-white wings in a way that makes her short auburn hair flutter, "you're Isabella's, aren't you."
yovahs-kisses
"I don't belong to her," he says, amused. "What's your name? I'm Micaiah. Your wings are pretty."
jovahs_heiress
"Phebe," says the angel, smiling suddenly. "No, of course you don't belong to her, do you? I think I heard you're an Edori. You want a closer look at the wings?" One of them waggles a bit.
jovahs_heiress
"I'm down this hall," Phebe says. "I was on my way to practice but it was going to be just me today, since Timaeus wore out his voice yesterday..." She holds out her hand invitingly.
jovahs_heiress
Once they have some privacy, Phebe offers more than just that, too. She seems unutterably pleased about the whole thing.
yovahs-kisses
There's something a little strange about how pleased she is. But it's fun, and he's had this conversation with Isabella and knows she won't be mad, so he just goes with it.
jovahs_heiress
Phebe's not particularly cuddly after; she puts on her wrap-sort-of-garment again - Isabella isn't unusual in wearing flying leathers all the time, but plenty have more wardrobe variety - efficiently and stretches out all six limbs and hops to her feet. "I'm not sure whether to tell her as soon as she's back, or just hint at it and drive her nuts trying to figure out what I mean, or keep utterly mum and throw it in her face after she's inevitably named Delilah's successor when Delilah retires," she muses, half to herself.
yovahs-kisses
Oh.
Yeah, that'll do it.
Micaiah just shakes his head and smiles.
Yeah, that'll do it.
Micaiah just shakes his head and smiles.