Elisha opens his door. He's an angel, too, blond and with tawny wings to Isabella's white-flecked-grey, and on seeing her he instantly gives her a hug. "You're home! For good this time?"
"Until something else comes up," laughs Isabella. "I wouldn't turn down another stint with the Archangel, but right now I have no plans to set up anywhere but here. Will you duet the Sunrise Chorus with me in two days? Delilah asked for it specially."
"Always," says Elisha, producing a fountain pen and scratching their names and the song onto the sheet. "It's good to have you back. Do you want to practice this before then?"
"Couldn't hurt," she says, and then she notices that there is someone it could hurt, and belatedly says, "Oh, Elisha, this is Micaiah. Micaiah, Elisha."
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Elisha opens his door. He's an angel, too, blond and with tawny wings to Isabella's white-flecked-grey, and on seeing her he instantly gives her a hug. "You're home! For good this time?"
"Until something else comes up," laughs Isabella. "I wouldn't turn down another stint with the Archangel, but right now I have no plans to set up anywhere but here. Will you duet the Sunrise Chorus with me in two days? Delilah asked for it specially."
"Always," says Elisha, producing a fountain pen and scratching their names and the song onto the sheet. "It's good to have you back. Do you want to practice this before then?"
"Couldn't hurt," she says, and then she notices that there is someone it could hurt, and belatedly says, "Oh, Elisha, this is Micaiah. Micaiah, Elisha."
"Hello," says Elisha genially.