This one seems to have a lady with wings in it.
"Yes, and you're the odd one out. The rest of us don't have deities who care if we swear," says Stella. "Hell, Amariah named her Whistle after one of her goddesses, if that's not blasphemy I don't know what is, but I don't think the original minds according to her doctrine. You, on the other hand, associate swearing in full generality with people who also fail to take your somewhat more smite-happy deity seriously."
"Fuck me, he's tiny," he giggles, holding out his arms for a hug.
Micaiah somehow ends up holding Sue for a moment when the hug splits apart. He sets him down again and ruffles his military-short hair.
"Hey, Sue," says Stella, "since you're here - and since we can't safely meet Aegis in person ourselves - do you want to come have a look at the Belltower guestbook and write in some placeholder notes about her?"
Stella hands him the book. "If you read the whole thing, you'll see the notes I put in about Golden, before she made it here herself. You can use a format like that."
"No I can't," he snorts.
But he does flip to a blank page and write AEGIS at the top.
In handwriting that wavers between childishly crude and robotically precise, with drawings as necessary (of her crown and the exo and Battle School), he sets out the story of their friendship. It's written from his perspective, but he doesn't sign it, doesn't define himself in any way.
He omits all mention of being able to push to her.
"I don't mean exactly the format, but I mean that's the other example of someone writing about about a Bell who hasn't had a chance to do it herself," explains Stella, peering over his shoulder. "You probably at least want to identify yourself as a Whistle, even if you don't put anything else about you in."
"I can just see it. 'Hey Aegis, I had a dream where I met two more of me and two more of you, and they were paired off and one of the pairs was even engaged and pregnant, and one of the yous was an angel and the other was a space empress who lives on Mars, and they had me write about you in a book in a room they keep for copies of you and their friends to use!'"
"Of course she'd want a room for all of us to meet in. She's one of us, and we wanted it," says Stella, grinning. "Well, Shell Bell and Amariah started it, but same difference. You like this crown? I think there's a page of all the crowns extant in there, plus Amariah's prospective design for when she finishes her project."