jovahs_heiress | for the world slows and the stars falter

Isabella sings harmonics - including with Micaiah, once he's learned the mass to performance quality; there's a forty-five minute section in the middle that's perfect for extracting and presenting to the wee hours of the morning at the Eyrie.

She flies on intercessions, and generally brings him along, for rain, to halt a blizzard, to calm a storm, and once she finds a plague flag and puts Micaiah down far away from the settlement while she quizzes the healthier community members about their symptoms. Angels rarely catch the plague; she feels safe enough picking Micaiah up again so he can listen to her sing through the verse designated for each complaint (this for fever, that for cough, the other for the rash) and watch the pills fall to earth. The flag comes down and they continue home.

She keeps half an eye on Nathaniel, and quietly informs Baruch of the situation as well so he'll be mindful of the boy's potential sensitivities.

She falls into an assistant role with Delilah - nothing so formal as the situation she had with Linus, because Isabella would be living at the Eyrie either way, but Delilah sends her to greet visitors and has her take notes at meetings and occasionally even asks her opinion on questions about this or that.

And one morning, Isabella opens her door to leave her quarters and sing a pre-dawn duet with Serah - and the hallway is not there.

"Micaiah," she murmurs.

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"Peninnah's a woman. And it would take her much longer to get to Monteverde, let alone the Eyrie, and she's known me for a solid year and knows that I'm not - insane."

"So tell the closer one I made you ask," he retorts. "If she's gonna think one of us is insane, might as well be the one who broke down crying in the middle of her oracle room and had to be carried out."

"...If you don't mind Alleluia thinking you're insane, then that would work. She saw the glowing Kisses and it won't seem odd if I'm willing to ask weird things on your behalf," acknowledges Angela slowly. She kisses his hair. "You're sure that's okay with you?"

"I could disguise myself and ask, or Sherlock could even without a disguise beyond the rock in the arm thing," offers Shell Bell. "We have no longer-term reputation to worry about."

"That's kind, but I'm a little concerned that Jovah's answer will differ depending on whether the petitioner's an angel, or already has magic, or something, so if the answer is supposed to be something I'm going to rely on I think I'd better ask as myself, even if blaming Micaiah for the idea is safer than claiming the question as my own."

"I don't mind at all!" he says cheerfully.

Angela's wing pulls him a little closer so she can lean her head against him. "Thank you," she says.

He leans into her with a soft smile.

"I'm gonna go stick my head out the door and ask Tony if he wants to join us," says Shell Bell.

She flies down the stairs and sticks her head out the door and says, [Hey, Tony, met a new me with a new copy of Alice attached to her. Want to meet them?]

[zzz,] says Tony's busy message.

Shell Bell goes back upstairs. "He's asleep," she reports.

"Oh well."

"...Do you want to come back to my world now? I'm afraid once we're there, I won't be able to show you around right away; I was on my way to a harmonics slot I'm supposed to sing."

"I would not mind hearing you sing."

"We'll be invisible so you don't have to explain us," adds Shell Bell.

"Okay. I think I can pretend it's five in the morning. Micaiah, does it feel close enough to five in the morning to you?" Angela inquires.

"Sure," he says indifferently.

"Okay. I guess we can go, then. But - outside of a local emergency - no significant magic on anything other than yourselves until I have an answer," admonishes Angela. "And it might take me a few days to find time to fly to Sinai. There are always intercessions to do and I'm well-known for taking them whenever I can."

"Do we need to clarify what counts as a local emergency as opposed to a global emergency or a local non-emergency, or will our mutual common sense do?" asks Shell Bell.

"Mmm - weather is never an emergency. If you go exploring on your own and there's weather going on that needs to stop, you can tell me and I can come handle it."

"But you don't care if we teleport and fly around, turn invisible and wander through public areas, conjure ourselves food and shelter and whatever, or stop, like, a house fire," Shell Bell says.

"Yes, that's all fine."

"This'll be fun," Micaiah predicts happily.

"It very well may."

"Shall we go? Before your circadian rhythms are thrown off any more?"

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