Waiting...

[sofia]

She sat upon the island shore for two days now. She watched at the sun roses and fell. Watched the stars change there dance of partners. Two days of dread of the new feeling she had over the land. Something wasn't right with this new sense of peace. It was so hollow and empty to her. She couldn’t understand how everything suddenly became so calm. Like the eye of the storm. It put her on the edge of uneasiness which she soon dismissed and wondered the island some more. If danger would come she found find it here.

She laid her head on her knees to stop the voices in her mind, HIS voice. He called her to Him, demanded her to be with Him. He was scared. She knew it. She felt his fear. Tasted it like honey on a spoon. She reached for Mirage and remembered it missing. She couldn’t remember letting go of it and tried countless times to call it back with no luck. She sighed and looked down at her toes curled into the wet sand.

She was trapped. Yet she didn’t feel trapped. It felt like a vacation to her. She lifted her head as a sea breeze blew through her hair. The sun had given her skin a healthier glow and made her eyes a bit brighter. She had ripped her long gowned to made it into a short sundress and pulled her long hair into a messy ponytail. She would sometimes waddle into the water and pick up shells and smooth rocks. She didn’t fear for being found. Since she been here she hadn’t seen any people. She worried about Jimmy and his friend. The last she saw of him was when she reached for his hand and then he was gone. She looked around again and saw nothing. She searched for him but found nothing of them. Frowning she kept walking along the shore.

Loki. She shook her head and cursed herself. "Stop Sofia... No more of this nonsense. It wasn't meant to be." She stroked a smooth shell with her fingers and sighed. "I'll wait here; I can't do anything to help him or Dragonia." It wasnt worht the energy to fight. Was it? Maybe if she was out there... "No, it wont chnge a damn thing..."

She sat on a fallen tree trunk and let her feet dangle over the water. She licked her lips as she ate a juicy mango. The sunset was beautiful she thought. The most beautiful thing she had seen in a long time. If things were different she would stay here forever and wouldn’t have to worry about anything coming for her. She wouldn’t have to travel to and from Hell and Heaven. She could be free, yet alone. She leaned up against the trunk of the tree and watched the stars come out. She knew the night better then the day. She knew how to be alone. It was better to be alone. She wouldn’t have to worry or feel for anyone or thing. No commitments or responsibilities. She liked that right? Of course, she lied to herself.

She started to hum softly to keep her mind off of the problems of Dragonia and her own. "...Even though I’d be sacrificed, You won’t try for me, not now. Though I’d die to know you love me, I’m all alone. Isn’t someone missing me?" She could hear the whispers in her mind "Can you say the words? Please say the words. You can’t stop the words." She sighed and closed her eyes. "If I fight for you, all I will get out of it will be heartbreak and death." She turned the though in her mind and nodded. "I will only fight for you as long as Loki is the one I fight against. I many not be as powerful as him but I surly can put up a fight, as you know. I will wait here till I'm needed." She opened her eyes and looked up as if she could see him standing there. “I don’t fight for your cause or power. I fight to be free from you. To be free from him and his hold on my heart. If you try to use me as a pawn against him. I swear I will bring you down. Even if I die doing so I will not be used again. Even if its you." She felt and hot burn of power run up her tattoo. “You never had my heart… you never will. My kindness all those years for you was true, but I never loved you. I never wanted to be yours I never wanted to sell myself short for control.” She looked down. “I regret that night even now… I always will. No words or kind act will take back the emptiness in my heart that you both have put there. I dont think I can ever forgive you both.” The burn faded and she sighed in relief. The ocean waves lapped at her feet as she stared at the blood full moon. "I await my orders, my Lord."

[Kham’sin]

floating in darkness...
sinking in water...
reveling in warmth...
tasting... salt?...
why was he tasting salt... and why.
A voice ripped through his thoughts like a jagged knife.
SNAP OUT IT WILLIAM! SURFACE OR DROWN!
Suddenly it all clicked.
He had been in the cold mountain ranges, been with a godess, and then... a return to blackness.
He looked around wildly, he was at the bottom of the sea. He know it was the sea for the salt, he could see seaweed, a crab scuttling across the floor... bubbles leaving his mouth....
bubbles...
bubbles of air...
His brain awoke with a roar of self preservation and he struggled to the surface. He felt the nine silver motes that were pacifica's eyes push against his skin and lift him towards the surface, he could feel the air in his lungs dying, the pressure to breath again.
He burst the surface and took a deep breath, it was the sweetest breath he had ever taken. He felt Pacifica attach the motes to his back, felt them lift him clean out of the water. He was too busy coughin up sea water to thank him.
As busy as he was his hands checked himself for the important things. His left hand sought the necklace around his neck, his fingers caressed the smooth crystal. He smiled grimly but happily it was still there. His right hand was holding his sword soo hard his fingers hurt so that was still there... he put his left hand inside his raggedly patched coat and felt around till he found it. A book, his bible, he was glad he had spent the extra money on a water proof version back when he was on Earth...
Earth... that brought back memories to the priest floating above the water... he smiled as he remembered the old saying...
"I bet they did not mean this when they said touched by an angel eh Pacifica?"
He turned and saw her smile, a smile only he could see.
Her true form was usally only seen by him, most people only saw her corporeal form of the silver floating eyes and the giant sword in his right hand. They could not see her or hear her voice...
Though right now he knew he did not look like a priest he was. His now short grey hair while wet from the sea was still matted with a month of neglet, his lond dark trenchcoat was ragged and roughly patched with random bits of fur. Even the cross on his back had seen better days.
The only part of his outfit in good condition was the white color around his neck indicating his profession to the world... though not his calling...
He looked around and spotted a nearby island.
"Hey Pacifica, let's land and get our bearing okay?"
Indeed.
together they flew to the island, the silver motes emiting a winged shaped golden energy, his coat flapping in the wind they arrived on the island and landed, and that is when he saw on the shore a woman. A woman with wings... an angel... a flesh and blood, not sealed in a sword till she redeemed herself to the heavens angel...
His jaw dropped and he could FEEL Pacifica's loss of words at seeing one of her kind here.
He took a deep breath, looked at the woman and tried to talk as confidently as he posible could.
"ummmm hello there?"
he felt Pacifica's gaze on him.
Smooth....

[sofia]

Sofia turned and saw a dark figure waddle throught the water. At first she though it Jimmy and jump up. She took a few steps and felt a heavenly arua around him. She flapped her wings and folded them back as she took in the new stranger.
As he approached her she took a few steps back abit afraid without her mirror to protect her. He seemed harmless but Sofia was already warned once. "things are not what the seem." He them spotted her and their eyes met. He was devine. She could feel the power roll off him. She smiled and nodded, "Hello... who are you?" She tryed to sound calm as she pulled her hair over her ugly tattoo. "My names Sofia." She racked her mind for something to say and again smiled. "You'll catch a cold in those wet clothes. Come sit down and Ill start a fire for you." She turned and bounced up into the air with no trouble and flew above a close by tree and pulled huge leaves and skiny branches down to use as firewood.
Once she had a fire going she handed him a few fuirts and berries she had found while she was here. 'What I'd give for a bottle of strong red wine. She sighed and ate at her kiwiand glanced at the stranger. "So how did you get here anyways?" She didnt mean to sound rude but she hadnt seen anyone in days and was wondering if she was the only on alive any more. "Do you know what is happing to Dragonia?"

OOC: sorry it took so long to post. ^^; Black friday at 24/7 Wal Mart + evil costumers - a working cash register = Hell ^^

[Kham’sin]

The motes disconnected from their winged form and circled Father Nightingale as he gratefully took a seat near the fire and when see brought him fruit his stomach ROARED reminding him of it's existance. He reached for it then remembering himself, (not hard, two angels nearby) he said a quick prayer and then tore into fruits and berries, in between large bits he related what he knew, which was little...
"I donna, one minute I am on Dragonia with a... friend..."
his hand started to reach for the pink crystal around his neck then stopping he continued.
"The next I am on a ruined version of Dragonia... and... well I will be honest... I went briefly crazy with grief... I sorta went on autopilot. If it wasn't for Pacifica" He nodded towards the motes cirling them "I would most likely be dead, she kept me safe as she always does, though this time she had to keep me safe from me."
A rueful smile crossed his face.
"I guess they call that a crisis of faith... I wandered for a month, ended up in a snow covered wasteland and then we met a godess,... I passed out from grief... and then woke up, I relized there is new reason to believe just because I have not seen another person that they are all dead, in fact they may have been taken elsewhere! somewhere safe and nice!" He beamed at this idea, basking in it for a moment.
"Well I struck up a conversation with the Godess, well... godess in training really... and while we were talking I... I passed out again and well... I woke up in the ocean."
He looked around a while and frowned for a moment.
"Pacifica...This is not a snow covered wasteland at all..."
He said as if it had just occured to him.
"No.... really? I thought this was a rare form of sandsnow."
"HEY I HAVE BEEN A LITTLE OUT OF IT OKAY?! AND..."
Realizing that to Sofia he must appear as a lunitic screaming at the air he sat down.
"Okay... umm... first off My name is Father William Nightingale, I am a Priest from a planet know as earth... I was sent here by a demon I was trying to slay. He teleported me here to save his butt. Pacifica" He inicated the motes.
"Is an Angel, she is serving a sentance withing these motes and this sword until she has redeemed herself and God let's her back into heaven. We have been fighting side by side for about three years now... and I must assure you I am not crazy... really... okay I was crazy for a bit and with the wholeruinedworldthingandthe"
"YOU ARE BABBLING WILLIAM!"
He blinked at the sword for a bit and then blushed.
"Okay... let me start over again okay? I am Father Nightingale, this is Pacifica, pleased to meet you..."
He looked at her a bit and took off his coat for it to dry by the fire in order give himself time to phrase his words carefully. Underneath it a long faded gray long sleeved shirt was revealed, at one time it had been nice but now it was missing a sleeve and had several holes in it. The flesh underneath was in worse shape then the outfit, it was almost a soild mass of scar tissue, burn scars, cut scars, animalistic claw marks, green rune shaped scars, and even one in the shape of the letter "O". This scars seemed to no longer register their existance to their owner, as if he had longed stopped caring about the shape of his body. Strangly his face and neck were unmarked. As he spoke his face was one of genuine concern. He could sense he was making this angel nervous and that was the last thing he wanted. He wanted to help.
"If you do not mind me asking... what is your story? you seem worried.... anything I can do to help"
The last sentence was added quickly after an unseen glare from Pacifica, he had been trying to ask her story, but her glare had reminded him that as exciting as meeting an angel was to a man of the cloth like himself he had no business interigating her about her past.
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((OOC that is okay, thanksgiving is a madhouse and the day after it is run by the village idiot.... dang... no register... scary...)))

[sofia]

Sofia listened to his story and said a small prayer for his friends safety as well as Sir Claymore and his wolf. She watched the sword and nodded as she knew how it felt to get the short end of the stick in Heaven. The fire crackled as she added more wood and leaves to burn. She didnt feel the heat but knew it was better then sitting in the dark with her new friends. He seemed to be very hungry and she passed him her share as well. She didnt really need to eat but it was nice to taste new things. But with all the fuirt and no spirits was starting to get to her. 'Propply God's funny joke, or just him telling me to quit drinking.' She then looked up at him, seem talk to himself, but knew of his friend hoovering around him protectively. She suddenly felt lost without Mirage and looked over the sea. As he removed his coat she noticed his scares all over his body. Sofia closed her eyes as if she could sense all those scares and who inflected them upon him.
She was lost in her thought till she realized he was speaking to her. She wanted to say she had a happy life and lived on this small island alone, helping anyone who washed up on the shore. It was a nice story. But one she couldn't tell. She sighed and nodded. "My name is Angel Sofia, Im Lucifer's advocate." She then pulled her hair back to show her tattoo Lucifer had left her and turned away. "It's long story. I was once his prisioner one of the many souls who are to forever feel pain. But I was saved. God picked me to become an angel. He gave me this cross, for becomeing one. "She showed him a silver cross around her neck. "I was never one of them though. They thought me charity work. I didnt deseve my title of angel. All I was, to them was wasted space. I didnt care what they said at first. I tried so hard to win their favor, that never worked. But I began to wonder, was I good enough for Heaven? I couldn't be myself. Eveythng was decided for me by others. To what to wear to waht sing to when I could pray." She paused and looked at him afraid to see hate or wrose disgust. She looked into his unreadable eyes and nodded her head. "So I went to Hell, till this day I still don't know what posest me to go. But I went and Lucifer, we talked. Nothing more. I was myself I could say and do anything I wanted. I felt better. He tolded me that hate was the best way to express myself." She shooked her head with a smile. "I didnt believe him and told him so. He gave me this necklace." She pulled at her invered cross. "He said any other angel would try and repent him. But I didnt want the gift and he refused to let me leave if I didnt take it. So I did."
She explained about how she was locked out of Heaven. How she stood on trail and was bashed and banded a tratior. She fought back and accused them of twisting God's rules to please their own needs. She explained how she was banished from Heaven only to go when it was needed of others and never allowed to enter herself. She told him of her wanders, how she came to possess Mirage, and her job of sending souls to Heaven and Hell. She told of Luifer's kiss that banded her his and no one elses. She told him of her first meeting with Loki with a loving tone, but soon changed the suject.
"He wasn't the same. He spoke of a Pauge that will kill everything. Even him. Loki is proud to down without a fight. I believe something bigger is controling him or feeding his greed. I know all he wants is to take over Hell and through Lucifer off his throne. But I'm worried for him. When I tryed to send my friedns and myself to Hell to cunfront him. We ended up here. Sir Claymore safed me from drowning." She motioned to her wings and gave a small smile. "They don't keep me afloat." She laughed. "But in the middle of his rescues, something happened. I eneded up on shore alone. I've been days waiting for a sign of live. Then you came. And here we sit. and that Father Nightingale is my story. " When she finished she was scared she felt the fear prick at her neck. 'This man could kill you Sofia, for who you are! What were you thinking?! He can't kill me if he cant catch me.' She reasured herself. She had to find Mirage soon being defenceless was proving to be diffacult for her.

[Kham’sin]

The motes which had been floating behind Father Nightingale began to rapidly move foward, until he put his hand up blocking one of them, they all stopped, suprised.
He did not get up, he did not shout, he just looked down and thought for a moment... and then he spoke.
"Better people then you and I have been tricked by the King of Lies, you made a mistake, I think you have been more then punished enough for it. After all... we each have our cross to bear... people like us... our crosses are heavier then others, they crush down upon us, pushing us down."
For a moment it seemed the entire crushing weight of the world was pushing down, like he was about to be smashed under it... but instead of letting him get to him he simply sat up strighter.
He looked down again as if noticing the scars for the first time in a long while. He held up his arm, looking at them.
"Each of these is a reminder, of why I do what I do. Of why I fight... not for glory, not for an entry to heaven, in fact I have had to do some very bad things from time to time... but I have no regrets of my actions... because as long as we hold up our crosses, as long as we shouldar the burden... no one else has too, with the grace of God no one will ever have crosses as heavy as ours, they may lift there heads up high and instead of worring weither they will survive the day they will be able to do something I can not, make the world a better place, I can only make it less of a bad place.... those are two differant things."
He looked at her for a bit, blank faced relizing the last bit was more about him then her. He looked up and coughed.
"But the point is... I am going to help you find your friends, no one should be alone."
He looked at Pafica as he said this last part and the motes returned to guarding his back.
He held out his hand, smiling.
"So what do you say, need a hand?"

[sofia]

His words touched her deeply. She knew he was speaking from his expectence. She looked at his hand and pulled a strand of hair behind her ear as she slowly took it. She looked into his eyes and saw truth in his words. With a smile she burst into tears. “It’s the first time in a long time people have been so kind to me. I wish I could repay you and Sir Claymore with more then my words.” She released his warm hand and wiped away her tears. “If you wish to rest, I’ll stand watch. Angels need no sleep so it will be easier to watch out for danger. I want to try and find my mirror. I’m afraid Lucifer may have taken it to coax me into his little war.” She sighed and stood. “I pray he doesn’t…” her thoughts wondered to what ifs and her decision she only made with the devil himself only minutes before Father Nightingale appeared.
She began to walk towards the beach and stopped. Without turning she addressed Pafica in her angelic tongue, “I don’t think ill of the high conical of angels. I love God with all my heart. But the one thing I wanted when I reached the gates of Heaven, was to see my little boy. His father killed him and I just needed closer. To hold him and tell him I loved him so much." With a long pause she exhaled "They told me, I had no son.” Her words broke off and she took a deep breath. “I hope that when you reach those gates that you never have to feel that emptness in your soul, as I did.” She gave a small laugh. “I believe in you.” With that she made her way to the surf and waddled in the water, scouting the beach for her lost friend.

[Kham’sin]

Pacifica watched her go, stunned and saddened. Her guilt welled to the surface... William was right, she had been MORE then punished enough... when she got back, she would do what she could for this woman, even if she had to bust open the heads of the entire choir of angels.
She blinked for a while at this thought and smiled, clearly William was a bad influence on her. Her reveriry was broken by William's words.
"We will find them both, the mirror and your friend. This I swear. Tomorrow... we... will... will..."
He tried to stay awake, but he started to drift off, the full stomach and the lack of sleep doing him in. HE slowly layed back and dozed off. Soon he was snoring softly.
Pacifica smiled and the sword drifted to the fire and warmed itself in it, then the motes spread out William's coat and the blade decended on it, pressing it flat and drying it in the process. Then they gently placed the coat on top of him.
"Sleep now young one, tomorrow the battle begins again."
With that she circled the motes around his body, the sword above him hilt down. She would do whatever it took to help William in his mission...
With that, she preceded to watch him for the night.

[sofia]

Sighed as she wiped away the tears. She knew her son was in a better place knew he would have a better future then what she could've given him. She rubbed the back of her neck and looked up at the twinkling stars above her. With a smile she remembered the story she told Kaleb. Even thou he was only a wee eight months she knew he understood her. She told him of a really large and viscous bear, one with a real attitude problem and clearly no social graces. The bear spent his days going from village to village, trashing the town an killing many people. Everyone loathed the bear and may hunters tried to kill him but no one succeeded. Finally, the people became so desperate that they searched the entire world and assembled the best hunters they could find. These hunters were promised much wealth if they could hunt down the bear. Soon after: the hunt began, and soon they found the bear. Being no fool, when the bear realized the talents assembled to exact revenge, he did the smart thing – he ran.The hunters chased the bear for days and weeks and finally in desperation, the bear ran up into the sky. He is represented by the four bright stars in the bowl of the dipper. But the hunters also followed the bear up into the sky, and they are represented by the stars in the handle of the dipper. Finally, one of the hunters wounded the bear with an arrow and every autumn, a few drops of blood drip down from the bear's wound and colour the leaves.
She laughed at how she still remember the tale so well. She knew it was her son's favorite. With a heavey sigh she watched the sea splash over her toes and ankles. The water was cold and seeped into her bones. She sang a soft song and serch for any sign of light in the water. Calling to Mirage was the only way she would be able to find it.
An hour later, she found nothing. She caught a few fish and knew Father Nightingale would be hungry went he awoke. She thought it would be better then more fruit. She came up and saw him sleeping soundly. She set the fish down. Picking up his now dry coat she slowly placed it over his tired frame. She slowly backed away as to let Pacifica know she ment him no harm. She set to work on the fish and soon had them cooking slowly on smooth hot rocks with coconut meat and pineapple juice to add a bit of flavor. She sampled it and licked her fingers. She pulled out a bottle she found on the shore and filled it with fresh spring water. She waited as the rest of the fish cooked. She sang softly in Angelic to herself to pass the time. "A shia a don ia, Ki ga o ga, A shia a don ia, Ki ga o ga Mei cha mo cha de me a don ia Mei cha mo cha de a da ko desh Na shia v cha te ka ma zu gal ata, Na shia v cha te ka ma zu gal ata A shia, A shia, A shia...." She felt a warmth come over her and smiled. She wasn't alone anymore. Her smile wavered as her mind wandered back to Loki. She traced his name in the sand and sighed. "Where are you?"

[Kham’sin]

Father Nightingale looked around, he had been sitting on the beach and now he was in the city, the streets were covered in blood, children wailed for help and were silenced, cries of sorrow, unending pain. Roars of creatures roaming the streets.
And then... a scream, a familier scream...
HER!
He ran.
His boots splashed through the blood, the red stains soaking into his socks, creeping up his legs.
He ran.
Ignoring cries for help, ignoring all but one sound.
He ran.
Maybe this time he could be on time, maybe this time he could stop it!

The city seemed endless, a maze the ran on for all time, and then suddenly he arrived at the church, and there she lay, in the demons arms, his claws sticking through her spine.
Her dead head turned and spoke.
"Why did you not save me?"
He opened his mouth and screamed.

He sat up from the warming sand, his coat falling off his body. The cold sweat quickly evaporating in the air, his body wracked with pain rushing from all his scars. His heavy breathing ragged with remorse... and then a calm settled over him.
"Three years and the nightmare keeps coming back..."
He looked up at Pacifica and nodded, signaling that it was the same nightmare. It almost always was.
He looked up and smiled sheepfully at Sofia.
"sorry, bad dream... keeps coming back."
He looked at the sky, judging from the light in the sky he had been asleep about four hours. He got up, he did not require much sleep, usually he only needed two a night but with the chaos... he had been behind.... but they really needed to get moving so he stood and put the coat back on and as he did so he sniffed the air.
"We really should get the show on the road we have places.... to... places... What smells so yummy?"
He looked around for the fish smell that soaked the air.

[sofia]

She noticed him tossing and turning and wondered if she shoudl wake him or not. Worry crossed her face as sweat broke out. She was about to call his name when he woke up. He seemed breathless and in pain. Then he was at ease. She watched him with concern written on her face. He explained his nightmares and she understood. Knowing might not want to talk about it she poked at the fire. "Three hundred years and the nightmares come after me aswell." She sighed and moved one of the smooth rocks out of the fire with a stick. "Thats why I took up drinking," As if reminding herself of something. She turned and pulled out the bottle of water and handed it to him. "Helped me forget, helped me drown out the demons if you will. But it also leaves me open to Him." She sighed and shook her head. "Anyways, sit down and have some proper food and drink. Then we can try and get off this island." She sweeped a hearty helping of fish and pineapple into a large leave and handed it to him. "Theirs plenty more, so eat as much as you can." She then pulled down her hair and started to plat it into a tight braid. She was thinking about cutting it fro so long but found she couldn't. Her fingers were quick but she took special care with what she was doing. "Where are we heading to anyways? Theirs nothign here but jungle?" She looked out over the sea. "Unless you have a boat anywhere near here, we might not have a chance to find a way back."

[Kham’sin]

He tore into the food, though this time with more self control, he was feeding the body now, not trying to survive. He knew the difference and choose to enjoy the meal.
"Boat?"
He paused the reliezed she did not know what Pacifica was capable of, He smirked.
"Boat? Boat! We don't need any stinkin boat!"
He smiled at his own joke as Pacifica rolled her eyes, including the motes. He giggled at that, it was a familer giggle, the giggle of someone looking for humor in a situation the rarely has any. Eventually the giggling died down.
"Seriously, we don't need a boat... or more accurately we have a boat and so much more...we..."
He thought for a bit and then nodded.
"It is easier to show you."
With battled honed reflexes he picked a rock off the ground and hurled it at Pacifica's motes, three of them floating a foot apart suddenly pulsed with golden energy and a triangle shield appeared between the mote, as the rock bounced off a mote floated to be one foot from the other three, created a pyramid with only one visible side, till the mote pulsed and suddenly a glorious golden pyramid was floating there. It spun slowly in the air, the rock bouncing around the inside of the geometric form but not falling out, then the form rushed to the ocean and doused itself in the water and the exploded out of the water again, at span quickly for a moment to flick itself dry then floated over Father Nightingale, the shape vanished and the rock fell into his outraised hand. It was perfectly dry.
"What shape boat would you like? Though we really only need it to rest on, My wings can propel me pretty fast and I can carry you... and if we stop and make camp for breaks and what not a few ties a day we should still be able to cover alot of ground... err... water pretty quickly."
He paused for a moment and looked at the ocean.
"As for where to go... well the best way to find out is to go, we pick a direction and head the way, full speed. We should reach land eventully... the ulternative is to stay on this island forever and I am sorry you are nice company and all but I have plans for the rest of my life... besides... I get the feeling we are not in Kansas anymore ToTo so there may be a still living city wherever we are"
This was said with an edge of disperation to his voice before it normallized.
"And we can ask people there, maybe even get some new cloths... because mine are held together by a wish and a prayer."
The motes swarmed the sand by them, scraping the beach rapidly then pulled away revealing a picture drawn in the sand of Father nightingale's head emerging from a cloud of foam sitting in a bathtub. He looked at that a moment and then sniffed himself and then frowned sticking out his tongue.
"Okay and soap... lot's of soap"
He looked at Sofia and smiled again.
"So we should gather a bunch of food and make some canteens to hold fresh water... I know a few tricks there... unless you have a better notion?"

[sofia]

Sofia tilted her head in confusstion when he started laughing at her. She then watched in amazmined at the magic behind the rock. By the power he possessed. She smiled and then giggled at herself as well. She nodded to his plan. She then self contionsly touched the curl below her eye and followed it down her cheek. She couldnt go into town if they landed. People feared her. If they were anything like Lavertia they would stone her till she couldn't move then try to burn her to death. If they came close to town she would hidout in the woods while Father Nightingale changed and recoprated. But what she would give for a bath and new dress. She looked down at her dirty and tattered gown. But then turned to her tattooed wing. "Cures the one who call me a sinner" she muttered in angelic. She gave a smile, "There's no need to carry me, I can fly on my own." She cleared her throat and stood. "I'll gather food and any other supplies." She wandered into the brush that wasn't far off from her party, and pulled at some think vines to braid a bag. She then stopped and looked down at her hands and sighed. her fingers were long and slim, her palms small and delacite. She shook of a forboated feeling and set back to work. Once she was done she picked as much as she could into the sack and slug it over her shoulder. She refilled her glass bottle with freah water and set it in the sack as well. She came back an hour later ready to leave. "Im ready to go, Father Nightingale."

[Kham’sin]

HE smiled when she returned, straped to his body with vines were several goards, the tops puntured and then sealed with clumps of sap. Thes make shift bottles gurgled softly when he moved with their contents. He held out a hand and grabbing the sword thrust it into a orb of rapidly moving motes, the blade vanished into thin air with a flash of light.
"Don't worry, I can bring back the blade at a moments notice but a five foot blade is knida unwieldy in high speed flight when traveling long distances it you know what I mean."
The motes exploded outward from the sphere shape and clung one by one to his back and spread, shiftly forming the wings once more. He gazed at the rising sun before him and then turned to Sofia holding out his hand.
"Come on, we have a long way to go and people to find..."
The wings flapped once, the divinly golden feathers of energy catching the light and splitting it briefly, showwering the land with a brief burst of rainbows before stabilizing.
"This is the begining of a story Sofia. I am not sure what the end will be, where we will go, but I guarentee this. I will be your side as long as I can. And I will do my best to help you find your friends and your mirror."
His smile briefly seemed to outshine the sun and he floated there, ready to see this new world.

[sofia]

Sofia couldn't stop staring at Nightingales wings. Unlike her own they shined and glimmered with energy and strength. She had a sudden urge to touch them to see if some of the power would change her or if they were even real, but refrained for doing so. Tears glistened in her eyes as her new friend promised her something she never felt would happen to her. Companionship. Friendship. Trust. Without taking her eyes away from his she fit her petite hand in his warm one. The contact made her giggle on the inside and chased away gray clouds of doubt in her mind. 'I trust you...' the three words meant a lot to Sofia. For she couldn’t trust anyone anymore if she wanted to live. But Father was different she knew his words rang true.
She then unfolded her wings and gave a few flaps before smiling at him. "Lead the way Father Nightingale."

OOC: should we post where we are headed and start a new thread there or just start a new tread and keep going?