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neutral_omensDate: March 27th, 2000
Setting: Manor Grounds & Airspace
Status: Semi-private (Ellie and Israfel - Complete)
Summary: Challenge thread. A chance encounter between two characters with just one thing in common...
She very rarely indulged, especially since going into exile. Even in the time before the Beginning, she had been less inclined than many of the others to take to the air simply for the fun of it. It wasn't any kind of aversion or phobia, simply a lack of interest. And on Earth, in these times, there were plenty of less strenuous, more comfortable modes of transportation available.
But once in a great while, Ellie found a need to stretch her wings. And the grounds of Tadfield Manor was one of the very few places where it was safe (within reason) for her to do so.
So on the bright, clear day following Aziraphale's return to Earth, she climbed the unobtrusive set of stairs that led to the Manor roof and unfurled her wings.
She had often been known to disguise them, affecting the classical leathery, batlike style long after it had gone out of fashion for the same reason she was in the habit of altering her features. Her natural pinions were too overtly angelic, and besides, apart from the impression they made, bat wings worked perfectly well and took a good deal less maintenance without all those feathers to fuss with.
But Tali had dearly loved to groom her feathers, and he was much on her mind these past few days with the possibility that their child had survived. So today she let them keep their natural shape, glossy black as obsidian but otherwise unaltered, remembering the feel of his fingers combing with practised surety through the soft down before moving on to other, yet more sensitive places.
She stood on the roof for a few minutes, shielding her eyes from the sun with one large pinion as she got the feel of the wind. It was very nearly perfect flying weather. She wondered whether that was just a coincidence, or if Adam contrived such details for the convenience of his winged guests. Not that it really mattered.
When she was sure of her bearings, she took a brief running start and launched herself into the air with all the grace of an Olympic swimmer, plummeting toward the ground in a dive that would have terrified a mortal onlooker, had their been any, before her wings caught the air and swept her upward again. Safely aloft, she circled on a convenient updraft until she was far, far above the ground, the stately old Manor appearing as no more than a doll's house below.
Setting: Manor Grounds & Airspace
Status: Semi-private (Ellie and Israfel - Complete)
Summary: Challenge thread. A chance encounter between two characters with just one thing in common...
She very rarely indulged, especially since going into exile. Even in the time before the Beginning, she had been less inclined than many of the others to take to the air simply for the fun of it. It wasn't any kind of aversion or phobia, simply a lack of interest. And on Earth, in these times, there were plenty of less strenuous, more comfortable modes of transportation available.
But once in a great while, Ellie found a need to stretch her wings. And the grounds of Tadfield Manor was one of the very few places where it was safe (within reason) for her to do so.
So on the bright, clear day following Aziraphale's return to Earth, she climbed the unobtrusive set of stairs that led to the Manor roof and unfurled her wings.
She had often been known to disguise them, affecting the classical leathery, batlike style long after it had gone out of fashion for the same reason she was in the habit of altering her features. Her natural pinions were too overtly angelic, and besides, apart from the impression they made, bat wings worked perfectly well and took a good deal less maintenance without all those feathers to fuss with.
But Tali had dearly loved to groom her feathers, and he was much on her mind these past few days with the possibility that their child had survived. So today she let them keep their natural shape, glossy black as obsidian but otherwise unaltered, remembering the feel of his fingers combing with practised surety through the soft down before moving on to other, yet more sensitive places.
She stood on the roof for a few minutes, shielding her eyes from the sun with one large pinion as she got the feel of the wind. It was very nearly perfect flying weather. She wondered whether that was just a coincidence, or if Adam contrived such details for the convenience of his winged guests. Not that it really mattered.
When she was sure of her bearings, she took a brief running start and launched herself into the air with all the grace of an Olympic swimmer, plummeting toward the ground in a dive that would have terrified a mortal onlooker, had their been any, before her wings caught the air and swept her upward again. Safely aloft, she circled on a convenient updraft until she was far, far above the ground, the stately old Manor appearing as no more than a doll's house below.
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