[ oddly, or luckily, dextera isn’t thinking of the archangel with such a feather. the archangel’s wings are tattered and faded from too long spent on that spike, and even the projection of his image has no glow like this.
this... is safe.
so dextera shakes his head, and he oddly even seems reluctant to hand it over, like it’s going to disappear the moment someone else touches it, but it’s just guren. so he offers it out. ]
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this... is safe.
so dextera shakes his head, and he oddly even seems reluctant to hand it over, like it’s going to disappear the moment someone else touches it, but it’s just guren. so he offers it out. ]
Warm.