If Delilah was going to say something, she's thrown off balance by this display. "Erm," says the former Archangel. "Isabella, this is Micaiah, who stopped by to talk to Noah about goats and possibly other topics that have gone by too fast for me to notice. Micaiah, this is Isabella." Delilah is not the type who will redundantly explain that Isabella is one of her angels when there are great gray-flecked wings arching from Isabella's back.
"...Hello," says Isabella. "It's nice to meet you. And it's good to see you again, too, Noah," she adds politely to the former angelico.
"Isabella," says Delilah. "Look at your arm."
Isabella looks.
There are such colors. She doesn't feel any pain, but there are such colors.
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Date: 2013-02-06 10:45 pm (UTC)"...Hello," says Isabella. "It's nice to meet you. And it's good to see you again, too, Noah," she adds politely to the former angelico.
"Isabella," says Delilah. "Look at your arm."
Isabella looks.
There are such colors. She doesn't feel any pain, but there are such colors.
"Oh my," she murmurs.