The door opens to reveal an angel who looks like an older version of Isabella, with paler hair and a grayer background behind the flecks on her wings. "Isabella!" she cries, flinging her arms around her daughter. "I knew you were coming back around now - and here you are! And -" She notices the eternal dance of color in Isabella's arm, catches the relevant limb by the wrist and peers at the Kiss in it, then makes a comparable assessment of Micaiah and hugs him too.
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Date: 2013-02-08 04:59 pm (UTC)