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 traveling light, tag: leora
☽ MICAH
 Posted: Sep 1 2016, 06:26 AM
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89 • angel • redemption • haven


light a candle for the dead
The desert was absolutely freezing at night.

Micah's wings fluffed themselves up, black feathers bristling against the frigid night air as he walked towards his destination. Normally, he'd have retracted them back into his body -- their girth could prove cumbersome when he was just walking. If he wasn't concentrating, they would drag on the ground or bump into a random obstacle or person. But tonight, there was little for them to bump into; plus, they were a welcome shield against the chill desert breeze.

Still, he didn't want to be here long. Best to just get his business done and then head on back to Haven.

There was a lost soul out in this desert, and he'd been charged with finding, purifying, and bringing it back with him. Charles had given him the location not too long ago. A desert this remote was not a common place to die -- Micah wondered what could have killed the body this soul once belonged to. Perhaps it was as simple as dehydration, or maybe a nomad had finally passed away of old age. Maybe a predator did them in
-- a venomous snake or a pack of desperate jackals.

Micah hoped it wasn't the latter. He wasn't keen on coming across a mangled, bloody corpse during his search.

He came to a stop in front of a small cave. It was large enough for him to squeeze his wings in, but it was also dark -- he'd lose the light of the stars if he were to venture inside. Letting out a huff of air, Micah rubbed his hands together in a quick attempt to warm them before scribbling something out with his finger. Bright, magical letters floated in the air, spelling out a single word in the Angel's concise handwriting.

Light.

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tag: @LEORA
notes: the title is a pun, aren't you proud

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☽ LEORA
 Posted: Sep 2 2016, 09:35 PM
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300+ • Light Sprite • Faith • Anywhere the light shines
Chickadee! 340 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


tag: @SAM
words: 604
notes: No chill zone. *dabs*
the unimaginable light you hold inside.
Pulling the fine, muted brown material of the shawl around her arms, the little sprite had just finished settling on top of the child's armoire with a nice stack of easy books beside her. Tonight would be a reading night, which she was much excited for! It had been a little while since she had brushed up on her reading, so this would give her needed practice.
The sudden call of a source needing light spoke to the Guardian, with an urging sort of tone. It would only be a flash, and she could zoom on right back! With a small sigh of defeat, Leora quickly gathered up the books, zipping around the room in a bloom of light and putting them back in their respective positions.

Swiftly making her exit towards the window, the spirit sent a thorough survey of the entire room, making sure to check if there were any malevolent beings residing within. Once her check was complete, there was nothing there that would be going 'bump' in the night, the sprite stepped up onto the sil of the second-story window, and promptly jumped out.

Twisting through the air, mid-way through her little flight did the spirit shift and change into her form of light, the glow flickering about playfully as she promptly zipped across Earth, crossing countries and different continents alike in a matter of a few minutes, before she neared her destination.

Invisible eyes watched with a delighted pleasure as she viewed the dunes of the desert, the vast land covered with sand. Oh, it was very cold, but Leora didn't mind! Nah, she liked the cold really~.

Preparing herself to zip away at a moment's notice, the cave came into view was where she was to make her appearance. A hint of confusion bloomed in her, as she suddenly appeared infront of the man standing at the mouth of the cave. He had no lantern, nor flashlight, then how had he called her here?

Blinking, the little ray of light hovered stationary in the air, and her gaze turned from looking into the cave, to looking towards the red-clothed fellow.

What-... was the first thought that boomed across her mind at his...appearance.

Wings...wings like an angel! Spread out from him with darkened feathers, and dwarfed the rest of his physique. A gasp issued from the little ball of light, and from her shock did it promptly eject her from the radiant glow.
Barely registering the next wave of shock, the little sprite fell the few feet from the little ball, to the beginning of the cave floor, where she slammed face first.

A wheeze of pain escaped her, while she promptly curled up into a little ball on her side to regain her bearings. Breathe Leora, breeeattthhhee.
Finally, she sucked in a much needed full breath of air, after knocking all of it out, the light gold eyes flickered to look towards the guy above with a sudden intense curiosity.

In a bloom of light, the girl shot to the her feet, where she promptly ran a lap around him, even ducking under and around his wings until she stood before him once more.
A bright smile lit up her appearance, quite literally so as she skidded to a stop and grasped the ends of her cream-colored dress. Lowering into a curtsy, the Guardian rose back up with a chirp of delight.

"Hello, hello, hello! I'm Leora!" A cheery disposition, the little Guardian of Faith clicked the heels of her bare feet together. "Are you an angel? You summoned me here when you needed light...I like your wings!"

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☽ MICAH
 Posted: Oct 11 2016, 03:57 AM
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89 • angel • redemption • haven


light a candle for the dead
Well... this had never happened before.

The light Micah typically summoned didn't show signs of sentience. Or at least, it wasn't supposed to. His spell was designed to simply summon a small orb of light that he could then direct at will. Of course, these spells were often general, with little room for specificity. Any specifications he made with his spells required mental thought and concentration. It would be very easy for the spell to go awry, or for there to be unintended consequences.

Honestly, it was probably only a matter of time before something like this happened.

Micah had only just raised his hand as the orb appeared under his command, preparing to guide the ball of light deeper into the cave, when it gave a sudden, involuntary twitch -- almost like a gasp. Except, that was completely improbable. Micah hesitated, his hand hovering in the air as he studied the orb.

The orb that was suddenly not an orb, but a young girl. What the--

Micah's wings rustled in alarm, a slight widening of his eyes the only sign he had been caught off guard. Somehow, he had managed to summon a sprite. An incredibly clumsy sprite, he noted, as she promptly pancaked onto the cave floor. Was she alright?

The angel bent down, his wings brushing the floor as he hovered over the curled up figure before him. His hand gently touched the sprite's shoulder, partly to get her attention, partly to see that he wasn't really imagining things, that there was a genuine person here and that his spell hadn't simply summoned an illusion.

He'd also wondered if sprites were intangible, and was surprised to find that they were not. At least, she wasn't intangible to him. Being both an angel and Guardian separated him from other immortals, humans, and the like. He pointed to the sprite, then made a thumbs up and moved his hand in a circle -- a quick are you alright?

He wondered if light sprites understood sign language.

Whether she comprehended him or not quickly became the least of Micah's worries as she sprung to her feet, fast, and began running around him like an excited child. The angel quickly stood up, feathers fluffed out in mild agitation at the sudden burst of movement. So she was unharmed after all. Good to know.

Her name was Leora, and her words ran as fast as her legs. Micah's eyes were having a difficult time following her movements, and he was forced to lift his wings higher than usual so she didn't accidentally touch them. It agitated him when strangers thought they could touch his wings. Thankfully, she seemed to be content to admire them for now. Good.

He nodded at her question -- yes, I am an angel, what an incredibly astute observation -- before bringing the fingers of his right hand near his lips, his hand flat. It was a thank you for her compliment about his wings -- for, as wary as he was of having them out around those he didn't know, he was also incredibly proud of them. Though, again, he wasn't sure if she was understanding anything he was saying. Or in this case, not saying. This was why it was bothersome to communicate with strangers.

Micah's hands moved swiftly, but accurately, signing out a clear do you read sign language? It would be easier if she did, but as most people didn't, it wasn't too much of a chore for him to switch to his notepad. He pointed to his neck and slowly shook his head. It wasn't sign language, but hopefully the message was clear enough.

Can't speak.

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tag: @LEORA
notes: his feathers are a little ruffled /ba dum tss

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☽ LEORA
 Posted: Nov 4 2016, 07:05 AM
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300+ • Light Sprite • Faith • Anywhere the light shines
Chickadee! 340 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


tag: @SAM
words: 496
notes: Carve your name into this rock, Micah. i'm so sorry she's like this
the unimaginable light you hold inside.
The sprite thought he was a dream at first, or perhaps something of a vision. She'd never met someone with wings before, although wings probably wasn't the most craziest of things a person could have. Definitely pretty, and rather functional! Now, a third eye or an extra foot, that would just be bizarre.
But, wings. Pretty dark wings with blackened feathers, stretching out wide from his body with an impressive wingspan.
It took all of her will not to reach out and stroke the feathers, cooing with awe. Leora composed herself, nonetheless, after a quick lap around the boy with a squeal of absolute delight peeling from her lips.

Before she had taken that little jog however, Leora was quick to catch the little hand movement he made. For a moment, the small sprite wondered if he was perhaps performing magic, or an enchantment with the movement of his hands! But everything remained mundane in that moment, so probably not.

Ramming into the floor hadn't hurt as much. It still stung, her limbs now a pale red from the pressure applied, but she'd taken spills much worse than that. Leora was tough!

Coming to a stop in front of him, it wasn't long until she had spouted her name, dipping into a little curtsy before standing up and awaiting his response.

...

There it was with the hand motions again! A tilt of her head followed, her eyebrows scrunching in confusion, before her eyes suddenly widened with realization as he pointed at his own neck and shook his head.

Oh.

"You-...you can't talk?" A tilt of her head followed, a naturally sympathetic expression slipping across her features. Dear oh dear! He hadn't made a peep until now, so...that made sense. "I don't-..."
Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, as she tried to think of a solution to this problem. Leora hadn't had the company of a mute person before, so this was quite the new experience! With a sudden brightening of her light, she quickly zipped forward a foot or two, dipping into another little curtsy.

"Well, it's alright!" She grinned with a childish nature, her eyes dancing with a cheerful light. Nothing could phase her, just keep pushing on! "My friends say I'm quite the blabbermouth, so I can talk enough for the both of us!"

The sudden scrunching of her eyebrows followed yet again, however, as she came to a sudden predicament. How was she going to be able to know his name? Looking to the left and right, her eyes laid upon to rocks, one smaller with a sloped tip, while the other was medium-sized, while flat and smooth. Perfect!

"Old fashioned paper and pencil!" The sprite chirped, shooting off to the side in a ray of light, grabbing the two rocks, before zipping over and holding them out to him with a brightened, sunny look upon her features. "What's your name?"

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☽ MICAH
 Posted: Nov 7 2016, 06:34 AM
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89 • angel • redemption • haven


light a candle for the dead
She couldn’t understand him. His hands might as well have been sputtering utter gibberish. He’d thought this would be the case, but it was still a little frustrating nonetheless.

Micah sighed, his breath fogging the air in front of his nose. He supposed he’d have to take the usual route with this one. Aka, scribbling most of this thoughts on paper and/or shrugging in various degrees of apathy. Whatever got through to her the easiest.

At least she’d been able to figure out he was mute — wow, congratulations, you’re a master detective. Technically he supposed just about anyone could figure it out if he kept silent long enough, but whatever.

Micah tilted his head, red eyes blinking dispassionately as he mirrored the light sprite’s movement. She was very emotive, he noticed. One expression after another flickered across her face as she fretted over their communication barrier, her feelings plain as day. She was unabashedly expressive, and part of him wasn’t sure if that was refreshing or intimidating.

Not that she’d be able to tell how he felt — ever since the initial shock of her entrance had abated, Micah’s face had remained relatively impassive. It wasn’t that he found the sprite uninteresting; he was just terrible at expressing said interest. Plus, he had a job to do.

A job that was becoming increasingly more complicated as the young spirit was suddenly demanding that he carve his name into a rock. Like a caveman. Surely she was joking.

Micah blinked, one brow quirked in befuddlement as his gaze traveled from the girl, to the rocks, and back to the girl. Really? Exhaling softly, Micah gently took the rocks into his hands, weighed them — and then promptly tossed them to the floor. Yea, no. There was an easier way to do this.

He reached into his jacket and took out the small notebook and pen he kept on his person. Red eyes blinked slowly at the sprite — because maybe with each blink she’ll slowly begin to realize that what she had done was very, very stupid and weird — before he flipped to the nearest blank page and wrote his name in small, concise letters.

Micah.

He showed her the page, his eyebrows raised slightly in expectation — a nonverbal request for her own name. He’d write out the question if he had to, but he preferred not to waste paper. Whether she introduced herself or not, however, was inconsequential; Micah was already writing again.

Sorry for summoning. Meant to call in simple light beam. Did not realize spell would bring you. A brief, bare bones statement, but most of them were.

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tag: @LEORA
notes: don’t be so salty micah, jeez

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☽ LEORA
 Posted: Nov 13 2016, 09:08 AM
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300+ • Light Sprite • Faith • Anywhere the light shines
Chickadee! 340 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


tag: @SAM
words: 462
notes: Cute ;-;
the unimaginable light you hold inside.
Such a straight faced person! That was the first thing the sprite noticed about the angel before her. Very serious, or maybe just uninterested. No matter, Leora was interested in him! She could make it work.

The rock idea was genius, that had been her first thought. When a sharper rock was scratched against another, it carved thin lines of white into the grey and grim surface, like chalk! Perhaps he would smile at this idea, Leora wanted this quiet angel to smile.

It all seemed for not however, and a smile did not etch across his features, but a confused one. A confused one, and then one that spoke volumes of 'are you completely serious right now', which she nodded silently to, eagerly holding out the rocks for him to take.

As he took the rocks, a smile pulled at her features, brightening her gaze while her glow quivered with excitement. He was going with her idea! See, she was inventi-...

Thoughts trailing off as he promptly tossed them to the side, her smile only slipping a little bit. Oh, she was disappointed, did he not want to tell her his name?

Only did her delight bloom once more as he pulled out a little red notebook, crisis averted! A beam appearing across her features, she met his gaze evenly with fair gold hues of her own. Blinking back at him as he merely looked at her silently, one would think Leora might shrink over the look he was giving her. But she merely said one little simple thing~!

"You have very pretty eyes." The dimples sinking into her cheeks at her smile, she folded her hands in front of her and rose up on her tip toes. "Like rubies. Pretty red rubies."

Looking at the notebook as he promptly began to write in it, shuffling forward the few steps separating them, she nearly squeaked in surprise as he flipped it around to show her. Reading the name, Micah, the gentle beam only brightened upon her features and light.

"Micah, I like it! Pretty!" Hugging her arms to her, the little sprite twirled in a circle, a joyful laugh escaping her before she skidding to a stop and dropped into a prompt little curtsy. "Hello, yes, I am Leora! It's lovely to meet you."

Quieting up as he began to write, she watched him with an intent gaze, subconsciously walking a little closer. Reading it as Micah flipped it around to show her, the same naturally cheerful expression strayed across her features.
"It's quite alright. I can be your light now!" Leora chimed, before moving to point towards the dark, rocky beginning of the cave. "Were you going to enter into there? If you are, I shall accompany you then, Micah."

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☽ MICAH
 Posted: Jan 13 2017, 12:46 AM
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89 • angel • redemption • haven


light a candle for the dead
She… thought his eyes were pretty.

It was a sentiment few others shared. Most regarded his eyes — piercing, red as blood — with caution or indifference at best. When he had first become an Angel, he’d hated looking at his own reflection. Hated seeing those eyes, those red, damnable eyes, staring back at him.

He was used to them now, of course. Now, the opinions and feelings of strangers meant little to him. But this stranger thought that his eyes were pretty. She liked them, compared them to precious stones. He… didn’t know what to think of that.

Micah’s eyebrows raised slightly, the only sign that he’d been caught off guard by the light sprite’s unexpected compliment. He showed her his name, and she thought that was pretty too. She seemed to think that a lot of things were pretty — she was probably one of those types that liked to see the beauty in everything.

Barbie was like that.

The thought was unprovoked, unwanted, and Micah hurriedly stuffed it in the darkest recesses of his mind. It wouldn’t do, dwelling on his sister like this. After all, look at where that had landed him.

Speaking of his current situation — he had a job to do. A job that the sprite — Leora, she called herself — was suddenly keen on accompanying him to. Micah’s eyes immediately narrowed at the thought, his wings rustling with a mild wariness. His was a job that was normally performed alone; if anyone accompanied him at all, it was another Angel or a Guardian, like Deiter. This sprite… he did not know who she was, or where her allegiance lay.

Still, it was him who had accidentally summoned her here in the first place. If she had been drawn by an Angel’s summons, then perhaps she could bear witness to what he did. It was easier than summoning a light source of his own, at least.

Sighing wearily, Micah gave the sprite a curt nod and stepped into the mouth of the cave. His wings retracted back into his body — he’d have a difficult time navigating the cavern with them. Without them, he felt smaller. He rolled his shoulders and tugged at the scarf around his neck to hide the brief flash of unease.

He turned to look at Leora, red eyes piercing in the night. His chin jerked towards the bowels of the cave.

Come.

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tag: LEORA
notes: compliment him once and he turns to putty, apparently

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☽ LEORA
 Posted: Jan 30 2017, 11:01 PM
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300+ • Light Sprite • Faith • Anywhere the light shines
Chickadee! 340 posts application plotter wanted tracker other


tag: @SAM
words: 340
notes: Leora wants to help look!
the unimaginable light you hold inside.
To her, this encountering was simply mystifying. Even in her wildest dreams, the little spirit had never met an angel before, much less had a chat with one.
In fact, and this was before the Guardian had started to discover more and more about the world, she didn't even know they existed. Although , considering how many other things existed at the same time as well, it shouldn't have been very surprising.

Leora liked surprises, it kept things oh-so-interesting!

Micah sounded like an angel's name too. Like an angel who was quiet with pretty red eyes. She wondered if they were natural, or if they came with his powers, like hers did.

Not that she would ask, how awfully rude would that be if it was a sore topic!

Micah wasn't very emotional, not physically that is. Which in turn made Leora so much more curious about him than she was already. Were all angels like this? Serious-faced- but even she could catch that little raise of the eyebrow at her compliment. Success!

The small Guardian of Faith seemed to miss that show of wariness, simply smiling patiently while he made up his mind whether she could tag along or not.
Definitely, definitely, definitely she wanted to see what he was going to do. Caves were such mysterious places to look inside!

Quite literally beaming brightly as he sent the curt nod her way, before stepping into the cave.
A little coo slipped past her lips at the sight of him retracting his wings, and she simply pulled her shawl around her shoulders tighter before moving after him.

Immediately trotting into the cave after him, the sprite of light looked up at him with child-like wonder and an excited glint in her gaze.
"What are we looking for?" Her voice was soft, careful as she sent a glance forward to the few feet of cave lightened by her aura as they walked. "You can find many things in a cave. Animals, rocks, and treasure. Or all three at the same time."

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☽ MICAH
 Posted: May 1 2017, 11:10 PM
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89 • angel • redemption • haven


light a candle for the dead
He was still wondering if this was a good idea. Leora was… an enthusiastic creature. She bubbled and beamed, her smile lighting up the entire cave with its brilliance. Or perhaps that was just her natural glow — she was a light spirit, after all. Micah lived in a world of light, but even he was having trouble adjusting to Leora’s rhythm.

Perhaps it was because of who he was as a person. Well, former person. It was sometimes hard to associate someone as somber as him with the light of Haven. No matter how hard he tried, he could never fully cleanse himself from the scent of death. It was always there, like a film on his skin that refused to be scrubbed off. He supposed the decades of work with the dead and nearly dying could do that to an Angel. Or maybe it was because of how he…

Don’t think about that.

He resisted the urge to rub at the scar beneath his scarf. He chose to keep walking.

Leora’s questions kept him grounded in reality at least, just as her body kept the cave from being plunged into darkness. He shook his head softly at her queries — they were not here for animals, rocks, or treasure. Though, he supposed the last option was subjective. There were many that could find value in a human’s soul.

Taking out his notebook again, Micah neatly wrote a dead body on the paper before showing his answer to Leora. Technically, they were looking for the soul trapped within the body, but he’d thought it would be easier to leave that bit out for now. Some spirits had trouble sensing latent souls within the bodies of the dead; he wasn’t sure if Leora would prove to be an exception to the rule or not.

His gaze was suddenly intensely focused on the cave’s narrow walls, unease making his organs feel squishy. Conversing with strangers had always been… difficult for him. There just wasn’t much he could say. Technically, he couldn’t say anything, but whatever. Let Leora do all of the talking for now. She was much better at it then he was.

The soul in the cave was slowly reeling him in, sadness and desperation reaching out to him like stray tendrils. They were getting close.

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tag: LEORA
notes: micah where is your tact jesus

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