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Nay'ar
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|Anaella|
It seemed Michael didn't really hear what she said but it didn't matter to her. No more danger meant he no more was above her and she was free to roam around. She nodded, watched him take off and looked around her. The facility was giving off a cold fog from the walls. She had done a good work. Or so it seemed. The black angel was always surprised by how her kind and their counterparts didn't care about their actions' consequences on the human world. After all, no human found a frozen terrorist hideout facility everyday. Of course angels cared about not involving others into their war but... how could she ask someone to take a weapon and help them in a fight between Angels and Demons? She was reluctant since the start but her first human pleaded Anaella to let her help. She still had white wings, then, and her hair were still the most golden of them all.
Anaella sighed unsure of what to do but in the end she followed Michael's instructions. The angel spread her wings and flapped a couple of times before getting into the air. She got some powerful flaps and then let herself slide across the drafts, feeling the wind on her face and its pressure under her feathers. She followed Michael slowly, taking her time to get pleasure from the flight.
Once Michael landed, she circled in the air a couple of times, gradually getting lower, just to let herself drop to the ground with a double flip after having absorbed her wings. No need to freak anyone out just because they thought she was a fallen angel. It happened every time but they weren't to blame: iconology made a lot of mistakes. After all, they thought Michael was the fire-ish one when it was Aururum who could control fire!
Once landed she looked around her: everyone was having fun with their humans but... should she have done it too? Searching for her human? It had been so much since she had one to protect. What if she failed? She heard Michael apologize for having dragged the humans into this, but was it really enough?
Anaella took another look around her: she was sure half thought it was a game one or two were charmed by their partners (and she didn't mean necessarily humans were) and others were just there. She had stood there for a bit now, still wearing her armor, her wings hidden, not having spoken a single word yet but having stared at anyone almost long enough to be considered rude. The angels, though, knew all too well that she was just one of few words. And with few they knew it was FEW. "I'm Anaella" she said simply.