Anghel, somewhat lighter than his round toddler-sized build might have suggested, was powerless to flap out of his apparent newfound friend's grip. He wobbled for a moment on top of the wide-brimmed hat, almost too disoriented to catch his proffered sketchpad. The strength of a coiled spring, the chains of Sisyphus... Yes, he could see it, a glittering spiral tearing the oncoming night asunder. That was a decent image. He'd use that in the next chapter. It could go on the cover.
But first, he really needed to do something about the sizeable shard of muddy glass embedded in the top page. Losing a whole afternoon's work to little things like a flesh wound would be too much to bear. "Indignity..." he hissed, despairing at the very thought. "Villainy..."
Holding the pad at feather's length for now, he flung out his other wing as if to assault the library doors with nothing but sheer force of personality. "Very well!" he yelled. "We ride, Render of Earth and Sky! Shore up this frail mortal heart with the blessing of the Titans across the Sea of Eternity, and bear witness to the Last March of a Fallen Angel of God!"
When that didn't work, he promptly leapt down and cannoned into them with sheer force of body weight instead. As much body weight as a mutant pigeon can bring to bear, anyway.
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Anghel, somewhat lighter than his round toddler-sized build might have suggested, was powerless to flap out of his apparent newfound friend's grip. He wobbled for a moment on top of the wide-brimmed hat, almost too disoriented to catch his proffered sketchpad. The strength of a coiled spring, the chains of Sisyphus... Yes, he could see it, a glittering spiral tearing the oncoming night asunder. That was a decent image. He'd use that in the next chapter. It could go on the cover.
But first, he really needed to do something about the sizeable shard of muddy glass embedded in the top page. Losing a whole afternoon's work to little things like a flesh wound would be too much to bear. "Indignity..." he hissed, despairing at the very thought. "Villainy..."
Holding the pad at feather's length for now, he flung out his other wing as if to assault the library doors with nothing but sheer force of personality. "Very well!" he yelled. "We ride, Render of Earth and Sky! Shore up this frail mortal heart with the blessing of the Titans across the Sea of Eternity, and bear witness to the Last March of a Fallen Angel of God!"
When that didn't work, he promptly leapt down and cannoned into them with sheer force of body weight instead. As much body weight as a mutant pigeon can bring to bear, anyway.