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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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Angela thinks.
"I once heard of a pair of angel-seeker women around Monteverde who'd... cooperate? But these were angel-seekers and the objective obviously had to do with the attention they'd get from angel men."
"I once heard of a pair of angel-seeker women around Monteverde who'd... cooperate? But these were angel-seekers and the objective obviously had to do with the attention they'd get from angel men."
Micaiah shakes his head.
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"What? How would I have heard of any of this without someone to tell me?"
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"It's okay," sighs Amariah. "You've heard it now. At least you're reacting like you really just never heard of it and not like it's inherently evil or against your religion or something, because that would be awkward. There are religions on my world that forbid it. Mine doesn't care," she adds with a grin.
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"Nah. A bunch of goddesses. They answer me when I pray, though - well, cast spells, but invoking their names - just like your god does," Amariah says.
"Do you sing to them?" wonders Micaiah.
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"No. I recite poetry," answers Amariah. "You sing, Angela? I can't sing to speak of - can you?"
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"Of course I can. Angels can. I'm not Hagar - er - a certain historical angelica who had the finest woman's voice of all time - but I think I'm above average even among angels. Do you want to hear something?"
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"Micaiah, do you want to sing with me?" Angela asks. "The mass, or something else, whatever you like as long as I know it."
"The mass," he decides. "The part we do for harmonics. I like it."
He scoops up Petaal, stands, and deposits her gently in his place in Kas's lap.
He scoops up Petaal, stands, and deposits her gently in his place in Kas's lap.
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Angela nods twice and launches into the pickup to the section in question.
Micaiah matches her.
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Finally they come to the amen that makes this section self-contained enough to be sung alone, and silence falls.
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Amariah claps. "You can absolutely sing!" she agrees. "Gorgeous, really gorgeous."
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"Seriously," says Kas. He dumps Petaal out of his lap (she flomps onto the floor happily enough) to give Micaiah a hug.
Micaiah hugs back.
Then he looks to Angela.
"So... can I fuck him?" he asks hopefully.
Then he looks to Angela.
"So... can I fuck him?" he asks hopefully.
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Angela is momentarily too taken aback by the strong language to even consider the question.
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"Loan me a bracelet, I'll get a stack of them and we can keep this place stocked," says Amariah, and once she's gotten one of the credit bracelets, she goes, and comes back with a bunch of blank notebooks and pens and pencils. She hands one of each to the angel.
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Angela scoots so that no one can readily see what she's writing, and props the book on her knees, and starts scribbling away to herself.