At the edge of town, the angel lifted her staff. She struck it harshly against the ground, creating a thump of wood on earth. For everyone else, there was nothing spectacular about this odd action. However, for the angel, it meant a world of difference. In her dark world, as a ripple in a pond, a flash of light illuminated over the outline of any nearby object, person, or building from the vibrations she created. A mental map of a small radius etched in her mind, combined with her ability to distinguish scents from one another, Raziel made her way to the baker, repeating the odd strike periodically.
A smile, some words exchanged, sweet bread traded for coins. The baker pressed the change back to the angel, who weighed it in her hand experimentally. ”Excuse me, I’m terribly sorry, but you gave me far too much.” After passing two coins back to the baker’s hands with expressed gratitude, the small woman turned and found a place to consume the warm treat. Zander ate his shared potion as he always has, with excited gusto as a happy pup. Children ran past, giggling happily, causing the angel to wonder what kind of game they played. Someone chopped at wood, women chatted as they did chores. Everyone had a purpose, working together as a well oiled skyship.
”Maurelle?”
”Mistress is acknowledged.”
Before another word could be spoke, a wind instrument filled the air with contagious joy. The wolf instantly sat up, perked his ears, and began to add his own contribution of a howl. ”Zander! Shh! We don’t know what creatures you could call upon these nice folk,” she chastised. Once scolded, Zander quieted once more. Yet, she was curious. While following the wound, the angel could sense many people in the immediate area, stopping a safe distance away as to not run into anyone. A child noticed her, took her hand, and dragged Raziel closer to the flutist to listen with the rest. Song ended, and applause erupted. When even that dissipated, Raziel approached cautiously. ”That was beautiful. I’ve never heard such sound away from home before… Sorry about my companion…” Her voice was soft, hesitant, her cheeks pink from a light blush. Raziel was still very much a shy woman.