Snippet #1373754

Abbadon was rather proud of his ability to maneuver through the door. He could have retraced his wings, but he had no intention of doing that. An Angels wings were everything; he would not hide them or put them away for sake of convenience. He had asked a passing by servant of where the room he was meant to stay in was, and they had kindly pointed the way.

He listened to his gentle footsteps as he made his way down the hallway letting his mind wander. He wondered if Rina had arrived… He had no real desire to speak to the others as it would be a pointless waste of his time, and he had no desire to get within 10 feet of a fallen.

He stopped at the door the servant had said and gently pushed it open. The room was rather basic with a desk in the corner, a large window with a balcony that opened up to a rather pretty scenery, a chair situation in front of a slow burning fire, and finally the large bed with black covers and far too many pillows for his taste.

The Angel moved to the balcony letting his hands rest on the rail, the night air fresh and cool. A servant entered his room, and stood at the door.
“My lord, would you like to join the others” the servant inquired?

“Is Rina here yet?” Abbadon replied not looking back, intent to stare at the wondrous great moon.

The servant was mildly confused “Rina? Aww your sister” he said relieved to understand what he was saying “No, My Lord… she has not arrived yet.”

Abbadon nodded quietly slightly sad that Rina had not yet arrived. He hadn’t seen her in a couple of weeks as he had only gotten news of the marriages a short while ago, and he was in the field and had been in the field for over a month. Now it seems a temporary ceasefire had been called, he said temporary cause only a good would say it was permanent.

“Than no, I do not wish to entertain others, inform me when Rina arrives.” He had a slight ordering tone underlining his voice, but it was a habit he earned from his years with the army. The servant left, and Abbadon was only slightly aware of the servants footsteps leaving as he was far to occupied with his thoughts.