Rosemary loved to walk the streets after a summer storm. Listening to the stillness after the ferocity of the storm, tasting the sweetness of the air, washed clean of the city's dust and grime. The sun rays breaking through the remains of dark clouds.
She could well imagine how the ancients would talk of angles descending on the brilliant rays, chasing the gloomin thier wake.
It was more than a little surprising to watch a being descend on one ray almost infront of her. Especially as he was dressed in black, with wings that looked more like moth's.
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"That outfit is sooo eighties, Honey" she snarked, "what's with the Fairy look though?"
The being, gorgeous as it was, looked surprised.
:D
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