Behind the quartet she followed, nary a word spoken from angelic lips. With eyes that were not hued the familiar silver of Celleci's eyes, she watched their forms traipse along towards the wagon of the Wish Master. The hem of her white and golden robe whispered softly along the tips of the grass, gracing the blades of green with light of the Kingdom in Azure. Abreast did they walk, Ty, Lao, Rosalina and their kneeler. Andracos, charismatic and dramatic to a fault, blanketed Rose Bell like falling shadow. It would seem as if he were made of chivalric full metal mail large and encumbering to even the most sturdy warhorse. Oh, but a flutter in the heart of an ArchAngel, it now seemed that the angel of Mercy had her fill of cowering since the immediate threats of violence and mayhem were now stifled for the time being. The golden haired beauty, slid away from smothering dark mail. Then the runes upon her blade appeared momentarily as it flickered full length when what transpired next ended with another stab of a heavenly dagger into her stubborn heart. Astonishingly, the dagger was not from the smothering dark mailed hand of Andracos. Aye, a kneeler he may be, aye and a promise, but it was rather gracious of him to merely ignore CeCi. A pleasant surprise really since the angel did expect to receive more than an earful from the half-siren. Perhaps he was saving up ammunition for later when Rose Bell's presence was absent (oh should Celleci be ready for such savings) but as of now, Celleci did appreciate the cease fire. Nay, it was when the other-worldly beauty took Ty's hand and held it with both her own smooth vanilla hands with much warmth and welcoming that CeCi felt the tip of the dagger at her breast. Such a voice, silky smooth and sweetened just right. Rosalina seemed to be lighter in spirits now and... perhaps even open to speaking with Celleci after the ArchAngel had such harsh things to say about Rose Bell's reaction? Mrs. Seil did part from Andracos' side without second thought it seemed! Aye, and such a hearty invite to Lao as well! Several happy heartbeats passed as Andracos followed the trio. A few more heartbeats passed before the angel realized that she was not going to be invited into the abode of Mrs and Mr Seil. There was to be no lovely spot of tea poured for her. Nay, there was no spot reserved for her at that table; and again nay, her company was not welcome. The dagger plunged deep with such a realization and the angel stopped dead in her tracks. But in all honesty, why should such a regal and noble creature feel so miffed at such a thing? It was not her place to sit for tea in the first place. Did she not recall the reason she was summoned in the first place? She did. And so upon golden wing did the angel take, and upon the roof of the Wish Master's wagon did the angel land without a single sound nor errant heartbeat of one that felt snubbed when not invited to tea. No, in a mind such as that of an ArchAngel, there would be not a single thought about how lovely it should be to sit with others of whom many thought so fondly; Ty, Jing Lao, and Rose Bell. Really, what could be gained from sitting comfortably and chatting casually with those that one could love to have as friends? Steam rising from spiced tea, aromas of fine candies and sweets, sitting in the comfort of the plush mansion wagon of the 'Master? Pish. And what interesting things, witty things, friendly things could be said merrily so as to have folks chuckling, perhaps even covering a giggling mouth with a toasty, carame-- The door opened and closed and the spindly Jing Lao spun spryly away from the wagon, and the keen senses of the ArchAngel did not note the scent of spiced tea nor aromas of fine candies and sweets from him. None at all. Really. The ArchAngel sniffed at the air, not out of any reaction in the very least of being snubbed mind you. And when the ArchAngel was certain she did not catch the scent of any other nearby, she floated downward from her perch up high and landed in front of the 'Master's darkened and closed door. She was summoned--[i]invited[/i] to speak with Mr. Seil after slumber time, afterall. Wings fully fluffed out past her shoulders, blade still glowing and held out, she proceeded to knock gently yet again at the wooden surface just like she did earlier in the night, this time hoping Mr. Seil would be the one to answer. Chin up, back straight, she readied her regal words and proper manners as she waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. Violet lit the horizons when she decided she should knock again. But this time, golden wing gave way to white plumage, regal robes gave way to simple white gown, mighty talons gave way to caramel coloured hands and a tapping bare foot, radiant sword gave way to a broken metal implement. She was Celleci as they knew her once more and so as CeCi, she raised her hand to gently rap upon the wooden surface of-- The door swung open swiftly, yet only a quarter of the way. A sharp inhale did she take before greeting the door opener and she was sure she did not catch the lingering scents of spiced tea, candies and sweets wafting out into the near-morning twilit air. “Save it, wingsy,” Dimuegos said in a harsh whisper before closing the door just as switfly and twice as carefully, “you'll just distress the angel doll... yet again. Fly away home, flappy.” Silver eyes glistened and swept upward to the lightening skies above and towards the spot where the golden portal once held wonder and anxiety like a glowing mother giving birth. “Home...” said Celleci who was Celleci right now, her otherworldly accent burdened with a heavy exhale that sounded not unlike a laugh made without humour. Silver eyes snapped close as her chin fell like autumn rain upon her chest. A single breath fell from dusky pink lips then silver eyes snapped open to drink in one final glance at the closed door in front of her and cast one final warm thought upon a sister angel behind that door. White wings blossomed from between tightened shoulder blades as she crouched then suddenly upward she leapt, trailing raven hair and white gown behind her. Up, up, up to greet the waking skies went the lone angel until she was but a dot in the yawning expanse. ----- Each morning she would rise in time with the rays of the sun, seen or not, in the mortal world. That was where she could swear she could see beyond the Veil and into Azure. That was where she swore she could see and remember where and when home was; a pure and grandiose land and uplifted for all time, all encompassing in its Laws where the sum was greater than its parts afterall. But the day before truly was a new day, for this was the first time she held the visage of the firery orb and wished it not good morn, but alas, for the first time; goodbye. So long and goodbye. The new day had ended with the rising of a new sun. When she landed the first light had already broken over hushed treetops lining purple hills, and, the angel fell upon the slumbering pile of bodies of the Lighting and rigging crew and, all that she could reach, she embraced so tight and so dearly with arms, feather and all. A righteousness mercy lay down home to rest and smiled with much contentment and satisfaction. If she could never see Light again, then happiness would be the well-received mercy. As long as she could still see purity, she would know it. Even in her descent, she would know it. For as she fell into darkness, she would never kneel. How could she for she would always know purity through her golden sister, Rose Bell. For there was still a kind of angel that flew in darkness. There was a kind of angel that flew upon silent midnight plumed wings through tumultuous pitch skies. Aye, this kind of angel did not know purity of Light for this kind of angel did not hold a golden sword. Nay, this kind of angel held not a weapon but an implement of reaping. Within her slumber did Celleci dream of such an angel from such a place in Limbel. In the absence of Light, she would not know complete darkness and the burden of its heavy grasp proper, for Rosalina would inspire her with purity. And with that inspiration, such an angel would still fly in darkness without kneeling, for such an angel knew the purity of the Void that hid the face of an ArchAngel. Celleci smiled a smile unlike one she ever smiled in Azure. Aye, the smile upon dusky slumbering lips was just like a smile found upon an Angel of Death. Aye, and a promise.