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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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"I just write - all kinds of things in there. They're like journals. If you think they'll be very tempting I can find a lockable box..."
"I pick those," he says absently, and then gives her a reassuring smile. "Nah, it's fine, I won't peek."
jovahs_heiress
"Okay." It wouldn't be a disaster if he did read them, but it would certainly discomfit her. "...Please don't pick the locks to anyone else's room. I'm going to give you a key to this one so I suppose it doesn't matter if you also want to pick the lock recreationally."
He grins. "Okay!"
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Isabella smiles, then ducks into her closet for a nightgown, and into the bathroom to change out of flying leathers into same. It ties behind her neck and has no back, to accommodate the wings, but it falls all the way to the floor when she steps out barefoot and carrying her boots and vest and pants.
"Pretty," comments Micaiah, smiling shyly.
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"Thanks," says Bella. "I forgot that when I'm not around to tell them not to the maids always make up the bed with the blanket to... look pretty or something, so I don't have to run down to the laundry after all. It's all yours." She unpeels it from the right side and folds it over in the middle. "I'm tired, are you tired?"
"I'm tired!"
His getting-ready-for-bed routine is much faster: he just takes off most of his clothes and snuggles under the folded blanket.
His getting-ready-for-bed routine is much faster: he just takes off most of his clothes and snuggles under the folded blanket.
jovahs_heiress
Isabella turns off the gaslamps and flops down onto the other side, wings out, facing in. She is asleep in moments.
Micaiah follows not long after.
Micaiah, it turns out, cuddles up in his sleep. First he just snuggles himself a big armful of blanket, but eventually he rolls close enough to Isabella to curl up against her.
Micaiah, it turns out, cuddles up in his sleep. First he just snuggles himself a big armful of blanket, but eventually he rolls close enough to Isabella to curl up against her.
jovahs_heiress
Isabella doesn't wake up, although the tone of the nonsense she mumbles in her sleep changes a bit for a few moments before she resettles.
She sleeps late. She doesn't have to be up to do the Sunrise Chorus until the next day.
She sleeps late. She doesn't have to be up to do the Sunrise Chorus until the next day.
Micaiah wakes up first.
He decides that he is really comfy here in his little blanket-and-angel nest, and he's not moving unless she wakes up and squawks. Or he gets hungry.
He decides that he is really comfy here in his little blanket-and-angel nest, and he's not moving unless she wakes up and squawks. Or he gets hungry.
jovahs_heiress
Isabella yawns herself awake mid grammatically incorrect sentence. "Oh," she says. "Hello. ...Were you cold?"
"Don't know," he says. "I was asleep. I'm warm now, that's for sure."
Mmmmmm.
Mmmmmm.
jovahs_heiress
"Do you always do that? It's not a problem, it's just unexpected."
"Yeah, I guess," he says, thinking back.
jovahs_heiress
"Huh. Well." She closes her eyes for a moment. She's all snuggled up to, after all. And then she says, "I think it's breakfast time."
She changes into her leathers again - she might be called on to fly somewhere at a moment's notice, after all - and heads for the kitchens, letting Micaiah choose whether to follow or remain abed.
She changes into her leathers again - she might be called on to fly somewhere at a moment's notice, after all - and heads for the kitchens, letting Micaiah choose whether to follow or remain abed.
The bed is much less cuddly without her in it. He follows her very shortly.
jovahs_heiress
Breakfast is tomato-bread and eggs and sausage. "The food here is much better than at Peninnah's," comments Isabella. "So, today, now that I expect to stay in one place for a while, I'm going to catch up with my mother and father. What are you going to do?"
"No idea," he says. "Maybe I'll follow you around. Maybe I'll go back to bed. I like your bed, it's soft."
jovahs_heiress
"It is," agrees Isabella. "I suppose I can introduce you Rinnah and Charles if you'd like. Charles'll probably interrogate you a bit, though."
"Sounds like fun," he laughs.
Grinning, "Sure."
jovahs_heiress
"All right then. I wonder if they know I'm back. I don't think Delilah would have bothered to tell them, but Elisha might have. I should see Serah today, too, although I bet she's still asleep; she's an incorrigible night owl."