yes, we believe in the wisdom of our god

[jovahs_heiress]

Isabella is generally referred to as: promising.

Angels in general are a breed apart. Of course they've all got lovely voices, they've all got classical music training and know the masses and prayers, they're all blessed winged creatures -

But that doesn't mean they're all smart, or all good, even (Isabella was taken to see Windy Point, once, or what's left of it, and of course she sees the scars on Galo Mountain every year at the Gloria; there stood angels who were not good). And Isabella is smart and good.

Isabella is always the first to volunteer for an intercession. She likes them. She'll call down weather, plead for seeds, pray a shower of medicine to fall from the sky, and she will get what she asks for, and she loves nothing more than to dive from hours aloft in prayer and clasp the hands of the people she helped and go home to the Eyrie to take on her next assignment. When there are none - when there is the right amount of rain and sun in the province, when there is no plague and no famine - she studies. She studies a bit of everything, but she fancies herself particularly a historian, investigating the accounts of Archangels' reigns past. From books, mostly, although once she wrangled herself a year in Cedar Hills to assist the Archangel Linus, and when she is in the Eyrie she closely follows the leader of the host there, the former term-lapsed Archangel Delilah.

She tried to get in with the other living former Archangel, too, Alleluia the oracle who served as Delilah's interim while the latter's wing recovered from an injury, but after a few hours' conversation Alleluia said that she could not accept Isabella as even a temporary acolyte and sent her to Peninnah instead. Isabella learned a lot from Peninnah, but she's confused about why Alleluia turned her down personally only to send her to another oracle, after such a prolonged interview. Particularly since Sinai is in her own province; what was the point in sending her all the way to Gaza?

But the instruction came from an oracle, and oracles' words more often than not come from Jovah. She went to Gaza, learned from Peninnah, and went home.

Now she is back at the Eyrie, and the first thing she wants to do is let Delilah know that she's back. Her wings aren't so tired that she can't immediately fly to the Corinnis or the outskirts of Semorrah or anywhere and accomplish something. Failing that, she'd love to sign up for harmonies again now that she's home and wants to know what she ought to schedule around.

Delilah is with her husband Noah, and a visitor. He doesn't seem like a petitioner, and he doesn't look like an Edori, although the fact that he and Noah are talking in Edori suggests that he might be an adopted one. (There are hardly any Edori of either sort left; most of them live in Ysral, now.) Isabella waits patiently outside the door for the host leader's attention.

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[jovahs_heiress]

"What do you think about this claim, Isabella?" Serah asks very seriously.

"I... would have to take his word for it?" Isabella manages awkwardly.

"Your Kisses are like stars come to earth and you have not sampled any less capitalized kisses?" exclaims Serah, completely scandalized.

"...Yes."

"Well," snorts Serah. "I suddenly need the water room. I'm sure I'll be at least five minutes." And she flounces off to her adjoining water room.

[pythbox]

"A lot of people will tell you I'm the best in my tribe at some other things, too," Micaiah says cheerfully. "Well?"

[jovahs_heiress]

"Well - if you want to," says Isabella. "I cannot at this time claim it as one of my own talents. Fair warning."

[pythbox]

"That's okay," he says, and he leans in and kisses her.

[jovahs_heiress]

She makes a creditable effort to kiss back.

She also makes an intrigued little sound in the back of her throat.

[pythbox]

Micaiah makes a sound somewhere between a hum and a giggle. She definitely seems to be getting the idea.

[jovahs_heiress]

Experimental kisses ensue.

Serah gives them a bit longer than five minutes, and still comes out to a scene of kissing. "Goodness gracious," she deadpans. "I am astonished to find this going on. Whatever shall I do."

Isabella breaks off to roll her eyes at her friend. "So what did you do in Velora yesterday?" she asks.

"Shopping!" crows Serah, clapping her hands. "Do you want to see what I got?"

"Why not?" Isabella laughs.

Serah got several pretty dresses. She shows them off each in turn with loving and elaborate descriptions in spite of the fact that her visitors can plainly see them for themselves.

[pythbox]

"Oooh," says Micaiah. He gets very enthusiastic about the dresses.

[jovahs_heiress]

Serah considers this no more or less than the height of virtue on his part, and winds up directing most of her commentary at him rather than at Isabella, who regards the pair of them with tolerant amusement. Her own interest in outfits is very limited.

[pythbox]

Micaiah commentaries right back at her. Excitedly. He should add flattery to his list of talents.

[jovahs_heiress]

Eventually, Serah runs out of dresses to show off, and has exhausted her remarks on her new hairclip too. "You're dressed so plain, I would never have guessed you'd like fancy things," she tells Micaiah.

[pythbox]

"I like fancy things," he emphasizes. "I like them way too much to travel in 'em."

[jovahs_heiress]

"Well, you're staying here, now, aren't you? Isabella, why haven't you taken him shopping yet, that's verging on criminal, the poor boy, I insist you fly him to Velora right now - and then come back and fetch me! - and put him in some nicer clothes," says Serah imperiously

"Do you want to go shopping?" Isabella asks Micaiah mildly.

[pythbox]

He laughs. "Sure!"

[jovahs_heiress]

"All right then," says Isabella, rising to her feet, "to Velora we will go."

Serah winds up leading the way to the nearest takeoff spot, and once they are there, Isabella picks up Micaiah and throws them both off the mountain, only to catch them and spiral down for a landing.

She sets him on the ground. "I'll be right back with Serah," she says, and, impulsively, she gives him a little kiss before she runs and leaps into the sky again.

[pythbox]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

He still looks all happy and blushy by the time Isabella finishes her second trip.

[jovahs_heiress]

Serah assumes instant leadership of their party and drags the other two to a little shop for menswear. "Elisha goes here. He has to get everything butchered custom, for the wings, but you should be able to take something home today! Go on, what do you like?"

[pythbox]

"Everything," he sighs.

But he's made his preferences clear soon enough. He likes bright colours. He likes contrast. He likes variety. He has an excellent idea of which things will look good on him, and he likes it when they do.

[jovahs_heiress]

Isabella obligingly flashes her bracelets for his favorites, and they emerge with several shopping bags.

"Satisfied?" Isabella asks Serah.

"Only if Micaiah is," says Serah reprovingly.

[pythbox]

By way of communicating his feelings, he hugs them both. Serah first.

[jovahs_heiress]

"Should we go to another store?" Isabella asks while hugging back. She's carrying most of the bags, as the strongest in the group, and this is slightly awkward but doable.

[pythbox]

"No, I think I'm okay for now," he says laughingly.

[jovahs_heiress]

"Back up?" Isabella asks.

"No," says Serah. "I haven't seen you in months and you owe me lunch, Isabella."

"All right," laughs Isabella. "Sandwich place?"

"Sandwich place!" cries Serah, and she goes charging off. Isabella follows at a more sedate pace.

[pythbox]

Micaiah tags along with Isabella.

[jovahs_heiress]

There is handholding.

And presently there are sandwiches. Isabella's bracelets pay for these too; if Serah has her own set she didn't bring them. Isabella catches Serah up with what she's been doing in the months intervening her last visit to the Eyrie, and Serah catches Isabella up right back. Serah's time has apparently been consumed with preparing with the Eyrie choir group she belongs to for the next Gloria.