"I - I'll explain the details later, in our room -" She has to give the baby to Abjah; she can hear the elder angel weeping even over the chastising voices of others demanding the father's name.
Isabella, the baby cradled against her chest, shoulders her way past the knot of people and then holds him up, above her head.
"Behold!" she cries, hoping that the fact that she may burst into tears at any moment sounds like she's overwhelmed by Jovah's power, not having a crisis of faith. "Behold, I went aloft and I prayed, and the child is whole! An angel has been born! Jovah dances!"
There is a moment of perfect silence, and Isabella uses it to stride forward and place the baby on Abjah's chest where she lies on spine-supporting pillows with her wings sprawled to either side.
When Isabella turns to face the room, eyes watering, jaw trembling, the reaction is cacophanous.
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Date: 2013-02-26 09:54 pm (UTC)Isabella, the baby cradled against her chest, shoulders her way past the knot of people and then holds him up, above her head.
"Behold!" she cries, hoping that the fact that she may burst into tears at any moment sounds like she's overwhelmed by Jovah's power, not having a crisis of faith. "Behold, I went aloft and I prayed, and the child is whole! An angel has been born! Jovah dances!"
There is a moment of perfect silence, and Isabella uses it to stride forward and place the baby on Abjah's chest where she lies on spine-supporting pillows with her wings sprawled to either side.
When Isabella turns to face the room, eyes watering, jaw trembling, the reaction is cacophanous.