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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.
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jovahs_heiress
she_sells_seashells
Rather than expend a separate pentagon, Shell Bell reads over Sherlock's shoulder, so to speak.
jovahs_heiress
The screen says this:
After the response has appeared on her screen, Alleluia turns back to Angela. "Magic wouldn't be specially forbidden," she says. "But it could be just as dangerous as technology, if it wasn't controlled, or if the wrong people had it. Does that settle the question for you?"
"...I think it does," says Angela, smiling.
>If there were such a thing as magic, would its use incur any probable deleterious effects on Samaria, or place us under fire from you?
Like technology, magic would only be dangerous if it could not be controlled or fell into ill-intentioned hands. I would not send thunderbolts as a result of its use.
After the response has appeared on her screen, Alleluia turns back to Angela. "Magic wouldn't be specially forbidden," she says. "But it could be just as dangerous as technology, if it wasn't controlled, or if the wrong people had it. Does that settle the question for you?"
"...I think it does," says Angela, smiling.
she_sells_seashells
[Yeah. Not "will it offend you" or "might we", just - "will you attack us". And then she filtered that out for Angela.]
jovahs_heiress
"If you need me to settle any other odd hypotheticals, feel free. Petitions aren't so frequent - well, you know, you've studied with Peninnah, but I believe she spends more time in sacred communion than I have tended to," says Alleluia. "Petitions aren't so frequent as to fill all my days."
"Of course. Thank you, Alleluia," says Angela.
"You're welcome. Have a good flight home." Alleluia turns back and clears the screen.
"Of course. Thank you, Alleluia," says Angela.
"You're welcome. Have a good flight home." Alleluia turns back and clears the screen.
she_sells_seashells
[...Maybe. I'm not sure. Let's see how she reacts to getting the coins first. I mean - I don't know what's up with the funny way Alleluia talked to the god, do you? I think she'd dismiss it as nothing without more details, religious like she is.]
jovahs_heiress
Angela lands where she landed last time she departed Sinai, rather than continuing straight on to the Eyrie. "Are you two there?" she asks, in completely the wrong direction from where Shell Bell and Sherlock are hovering.
she_sells_seashells
Bell likes this idea. She follows suit. "Here I am. Want some coins to mint you and Micaiah, since it's allowed after all?"
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell doesn't carry that many coins, but she's got Sherlock with her; there's no reason not to just hand over all the hexagons and stars she's carrying, a mix of Sherlock's color and the starter Alice-colored coins she got originally. [Here, I'll put you both on the brainphone, too,] she adds merrily to everyone present. [You'll be able to talk to each other from anywhere. Don't use stars without the secret I am about to tell Angela, though, Micaiah, they are dangerous. Alice doesn't even know it,] she adds.
(Sherlock knows it. Her Sherlock isn't such a loose cannon waiting to happen, like the Whistles.)
(Sherlock knows it. Her Sherlock isn't such a loose cannon waiting to happen, like the Whistles.)
yovahs-kisses
"Okay," he says agreeably, and hugs his angel. "I want magic powers, give me magic powers," he says, nuzzling her shoulder.
jovahs_heiress
"I will," she says, and she wishes on two hexagons in succession.
she_sells_seashells
"I want to see your coin colors," enthuses Shell Bell. "I don't match Stella - I'm mother-of-pearl and she's glowy red."
jovahs_heiress
Angela bites her lip experimentally, and produces a triangle: white with speckles, just like her wings. She grins at it. She wishes her hair untangled from the flight and giggles when the triangle disappears.
yovahs-kisses
Micaiah bites his lip too.
His very first square is the colour of a very active Kiss.
Laughing, he turns to Angela and kisses her.
His very first square is the colour of a very active Kiss.
Laughing, he turns to Angela and kisses her.
jovahs_heiress
Celebratory kisses! Magic! Angela has never been so happy in her life.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell privately passes along to Angela the emergency mint-containment protocol that Stella invented - the anti-coin envelope around the skin - and, aloud, explains the design of the standard coin bandolier - "But I'm not sure how that will work with the wings."
jovahs_heiress
"I can have the belt part," says Angela. "And if it gets too long, I can twist it in front and put my head through it, and it won't foul up my wings at all."
jovahs_heiress
Angela grins back and then launches without preamble into the soaring solo from the Magnificat. She can't sing through the whole of it - she can only cover about half the range - but she can do this bit.
yovahs-kisses
Micaiah hugs himself and beams.
He quickly accumulates a pile of coins in the circle of his arms: pentagons, with a hex or two every time she hits an especially gorgeous note.
He quickly accumulates a pile of coins in the circle of his arms: pentagons, with a hex or two every time she hits an especially gorgeous note.
she_sells_seashells
[You can sing pentagons and hexes out of him,] Bell remarks, silently so as not to interfere with the gorgeous music. [That is cool.]