jovahs_heiress | yes, we believe in the wisdom of our god

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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pythbox

Micaiah tags along with Isabella.

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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.

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pythbox

Micaiah eats his sandwich and listens to all the catching-up and enjoys the comfort and happiness of the moment.

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jovahs_heiress

They finish their sandwiches. Serah has just remembered that she's signed up for harmonics any minute now, so Isabella takes her up the mountain first.

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pythbox

Which leaves Micaiah all by himself in a lovely new city with nothing much to do and no adorable feelings to keep him occupied.

He wanders off.

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jovahs_heiress

Isabella's back at the sandwich shop a moment later. "Micaiah?" she calls. "Where'd you go?"

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pythbox

He does not immediately appear.

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jovahs_heiress

Now she's worried. Velora's generally safe, but...

Well. She looks at her arm, and turns slowly in place, and goes in the brightest direction.

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pythbox

There he is! He has found a little kiosk that sells odds and ends of various kinds, and is browsing at it.

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jovahs_heiress

"There you are. Did you find something else you want?" Isabella asks.

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pythbox

He straightens from his perusal of a table and looks back at her. "There you are! Nah, not really," he says, hurrying forward to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

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jovahs_heiress

"Okay. Back up to the Eyrie, then? Serah's harmonics start any minute now, we can sit and listen - she's got a wonderful contralto."

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pythbox

Brightly, "Okay!"

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jovahs_heiress

She scoops him up, but while she's taking her first step forward to get to launch speed, the arm supporting his legs slips. Her grip with the other arm tightens automatically - he would not have fallen even if they'd been in the air - but he does drop enough to not-quite-sit on her thigh.

"Ow!"

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pythbox

"Oh! Sorry," laughs Micaiah.

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jovahs_heiress

"What is that?" Isabella asks, re-situating him in her arms and retrying takeoff.

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pythbox

"Just a little something I picked up," he shrugs. "I can put it back if you want."

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jovahs_heiress

She brakes and loses the lift she'd been accumulating, skidding on her boots in the street and scattering a couple of people who'd believed themselves well out of their way. She shoots them an apologetic look.

"...You told me you didn't find anything else you wanted," she says slowly.

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pythbox

"I wasn't thinking," he says.

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jovahs_heiress

She puts him down and takes his hand and marches him back to the kiosk. "Is this where you got it?" she asks him.

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pythbox

"Yeah," he says, resisting her hand a little but ultimately going where she takes him.

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jovahs_heiress

"Excuse me," Isabella says to the proprietor. "My friend picked something up and neglected to pay for it. Would you rather it be returned or would you prefer to bill the Eyrie?"

The man blinks. "What was it?"

"Show him, please, Micaiah," says Isabella tightly.

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pythbox

He shrinks away from both of them a little, but produces the object: a tiny folding knife.

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jovahs_heiress

"I'll bill the Eyrie," says the kiosk operator. "Thank you, angela."

"Thank you for understanding," she replies. And, still holding Micaiah's hand, she turns back the way they came. "So. You can keep that."