"Patience? Are you there?" He called out, heart pounding. The heavy silence was unnerving. He spun around frantically, feeling exposed and vulnerable in the large, empty field. "Hello? Anyone?" He felt like he could be attacked at any moment, from any side. He gulped nervously, unsure what to do or where to go
(#Silence?!?!?!?!?!?)
(I know where did everyone go?)
(No clue.)
(Hi!)
(Hello ^^)
(I'm here too.)
Joan flew through the trees to find a field of blood shed. A single boy was standing there, did he cause this? She wondered. He looked to be an Angel, and Joan quickly landed behind him. "Did you do this?"
Nathaniel spun around, startled by the sudden appearance of another. "No! No, of course not! I was running, and some guy came and helped me… He asked me not to say his name, miss." He hastily bowed in an awkward greeting, looking nervous and scared. Was this a friend or foe?
"Oh, well, what did he look like?"
"Um, kind of like an angel, but with dark wings, ma'am." Nathaniel relaxed a little bit, at least it didn't seem like he was about to be attacked. He put his bow on his back and stood at attention
"I think I've seen him before, hmm." Actually Joan new where she saw him. He was the man that the other man was protecting a girl from last week. However, she was pretty sure that wasn't relevant. "Are you wounded?"
"I don't think so, ma'am…" He looked down at himself, bruised, battered, and with a few cuts, but not gravely wounded. He smoothed out his tunic, some dust clouding off of it. He turned his eyes back to the older girl
"Good, are your wings fly-able?" Joan needed someone to fly back with her– she wasn't allowed to walk into town alone anymore after nearly blowing one up. She carefully sat on a tree stump, at peace with the bloodshed around her.
Nathaniel's face flushed in embarrassment. "No ma'am… I-I was injured when I was younger, and now… well…" He looked back at his bent wings
"I can fix that, even if it was permanently set. But it may be painful." She did know a way, it was a simple blood magic, easy fix, even if living people injuries aren't the same as the dead's.
Nathaniel looked up. "Are you sure? It's not dark magic, is it? My parents told me that dark magic can kill angels…"
"Well… It won't kill you, but you won't be able to fly into the Stratosphere…. But, no, it's not. Not really." And it wasn't, it was a bit of a potion with her blood mixed in.
Joan circled his wings, "Easy fix." She said with a smirk.
He watched her circling him nervously, feeling like a wounded animal being circled by a hungry scavenger. He didn't like the look on her face, but he stayed silent, heart racing
"come on. It isn't a far walk to where I'm camping out." Joan stopped her analyzing, and hung her head. "Unless I'm pressuring you, and you don't want to go…" Saddingly Joan was ready to accept either.
"I-I'll come, I don't know where anyone is anyways…" He looked around again as though hoping to see someone he knew, to no avail. He seemed to have become a bit shy, as he did when he was afraid and around unfamiliar people
"Okay, well come on." Joan started to walk to the West, away from the nearest town. Her wings that were hidden now fully visable to the stranger behind her. Scars, scales, and all.
Nathaniel trotted along behind her and, as with Faray, said nothing about her wings. She knew that his were different now too, and it would be hypocritical for him to comment on them. He remained in silence, still feeling shy and nervous
Will paced through the woods coming to a halt when he saw an angel being circled by a fallen angel. Will stepped out of the shadows and called to the angel. "Yo. Dude, you're talking to a Fallen. Leave."
(Little late, sorry.)