Angela scoops up her Micaiah and takes off, carrying him high up, closer to the ear of the god - if he's here.
She sings, ignoring her floating duplicate and losing herself in the music.
(There is no other sensation to lose herself in. The air isn't... shifting, not even in the little ways it normally does after only the first verse of a prayer.)
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Date: 2013-02-14 10:03 pm (UTC)She sings, ignoring her floating duplicate and losing herself in the music.
(There is no other sensation to lose herself in. The air isn't... shifting, not even in the little ways it normally does after only the first verse of a prayer.)