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A look passed between Mizuki and Kitra and for a moment Celeste thought that maybe there was hope for the two to get along. "I wish you could stay longer," Celeste said quietly. "I wish we had more time to talk, it's been ages since I've last seen you." With that Celeste took in another breath, her smile soft with a hint of sadness. "I know you're apart of something bigger though, something that means you have to work far away." She took Mizuki's hands in her own. "And while I'll miss you, I have no right to be selfish and demand for you to stay." It was too bad that the others wouldn't be able to say their goodbyes. When morning came Mizuki will have been gone once more, like a dream. "You should try to fly tonight and make it to see Raphael, I know he misses you a lot." Celeste wrapped her arms around her big sister, taking in her scent, remembering the curvature of her body.
It was a tearful goodbye and by the time Celeste reached her room she was too exhausted to eat dinner. She kicked off her shoes and stumbled into bed, glad that her Father had been returned home, that she would get to see her Mother one last time before heading to Hell with Kitra to stop the assault on the Onyx Citadel and restore Hell to its former glory. Celeste wanted to be by Kitra's side as the Kingdom rose once more and they revitalized the trees and restored the dragon population. "Goodnight Kitra," Celeste said as she curled up in her side and left a kiss on her love's collarbone like she did every night. Hopefully tomorrow would bring answers, a new dawn, a new day. Her head spun at the possibility of it all, of getting to see her Mother again, of her parents being reunited and taking back their throne as they rightfully should. Those council members would suffer for their injustice against the crown and for now, that was enough.
When dawn broke the next day, Celeste felt much better than before. Her feet were healed, there was no more need for bandages over the scrapes and bruises she had acquired while fighting against the fallen. "Morning," Celeste moaned, stretching out her wings. She went to start the bath, wondering what would be for breakfast. "It's so early," she noted, glancing at the solar clock on the wall. Celeste had completely undressed before realizing that she had left her towel draped over a chair the day before. The angel ruffled through piles of folded towels underneath the sink, but those were only the size of towels one used for their hands. No, those would not do. With a slight shiver at the cold morning air, Celeste left the safety of the bathroom wearing nothing but her birthday suit.