As Saeta's wings flapped Abigale fell silent. She watched the beautiful feathers move in such a natural and fluid way. It was captivating. Not like the shit birds back from her time. Their wings were fouled and discolored. In many cases, feathers were missing exposing patches of bald skin underneath. The Demons were no better, either having wings with blackened feathers or massive wings made of skin and bone. These, though, were white and pristine. Much like a fresh snowfall. They reflected care and dedication, while still maintaining a sense of grace and power.
She was caught up in them, their movements. She wanted to touch them, to see if they were as soft as she thought they might be. she felt an incredible urge to touch them, just for the briefest of moments. strangely it wasn't just curiosity that was driving her. There was something else in the back of her mind that needed to feel them, for no other reason than the fact that they were so beautiful.
In the moment Abigale had zoned out. She was lost in her own thoughts and the fantasy of being surrounded by those wings. When Saeta mentioned that she was destined for greater things, Abi managed to snap back to the moment. "What.. No yeah. I mean I suppose if the Valkyrie haven't come for me, it's because I still have much more to accomplish. Fate and all that." Her response had been a tattered and vague one at best, but it had been all she could muster as she escaped her own fantasies.
"And what about you? You serve your lord. But what else? What do you want?" A fair question, given that she herself had just expressed one of her own wants.
It was at this point that Abi finally noticed the state of her own clothes. The jumpsuit she was wearing during her repairs was covered in grease, and now fresh burns, as was the white tank she wore underneath. She sighed and without another word walked over o a nearby fallen tree. Incidentally, she had knocked it over with her rig weeks ago, and now it served as a clothes rack when she was busy working on her rig. Hanging from one of the branches was her coat, another shirt, and a fresh pair of pants. She was still listening to Saeta as she quickly stripped out of her damaged clothing, taking her time to stretch her slender frame before, putting on her everyday wear.
She was caught up in them, their movements. She wanted to touch them, to see if they were as soft as she thought they might be. she felt an incredible urge to touch them, just for the briefest of moments. strangely it wasn't just curiosity that was driving her. There was something else in the back of her mind that needed to feel them, for no other reason than the fact that they were so beautiful.
In the moment Abigale had zoned out. She was lost in her own thoughts and the fantasy of being surrounded by those wings. When Saeta mentioned that she was destined for greater things, Abi managed to snap back to the moment. "What.. No yeah. I mean I suppose if the Valkyrie haven't come for me, it's because I still have much more to accomplish. Fate and all that." Her response had been a tattered and vague one at best, but it had been all she could muster as she escaped her own fantasies.
"And what about you? You serve your lord. But what else? What do you want?" A fair question, given that she herself had just expressed one of her own wants.
It was at this point that Abi finally noticed the state of her own clothes. The jumpsuit she was wearing during her repairs was covered in grease, and now fresh burns, as was the white tank she wore underneath. She sighed and without another word walked over o a nearby fallen tree. Incidentally, she had knocked it over with her rig weeks ago, and now it served as a clothes rack when she was busy working on her rig. Hanging from one of the branches was her coat, another shirt, and a fresh pair of pants. She was still listening to Saeta as she quickly stripped out of her damaged clothing, taking her time to stretch her slender frame before, putting on her everyday wear.
