Having managed to quite forget the Metatron's presence--after a while, the various angelic auras around the Manor tended to blend into a general background hum of holiness that she barely noticed anymore--Ellie whipped around, glistening droplets scattering from her hair across the lobby carpet.
"Uh..." She hastily weighed her options, and discarded the notion of declining and walking away at once. Some sort of explanation would likely be better than leaving the Voice to wonder and draw his own conclusions. "Sure. It really is. Ah, down. The weather."
Perfect, just perfect. First time you've talked to the Metatron since the Fall and the best you can come up with is a weather report? She forced a smile that she hoped was charming, twisting a strand of soaking hair nervously around one finger as she took a few cautious steps toward the Voice of God. "A towel would be great."
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Date: 2006-12-08 09:43 pm (UTC)"Uh..." She hastily weighed her options, and discarded the notion of declining and walking away at once. Some sort of explanation would likely be better than leaving the Voice to wonder and draw his own conclusions. "Sure. It really is. Ah, down. The weather."
Perfect, just perfect. First time you've talked to the Metatron since the Fall and the best you can come up with is a weather report? She forced a smile that she hoped was charming, twisting a strand of soaking hair nervously around one finger as she took a few cautious steps toward the Voice of God. "A towel would be great."