Angela does not get a day free to fly to Sinai for some time. There are always things to do. She becalms storms and calls for corn and goes harmonizing with a young angel girl on her first prayer for rain to take place outside of a music practice room. She is obliged to put in an appearance at a Manadavvi lord's wedding when Moriah, who was originally going to be the Eyrie's representative there, hurts her knee and cannot even run to take off, let alone maneuver through a mortal's house.

She is not supposed to bring Micaiah to this last. ("It might be different if you'd married him, but right now he's just... an affection, and they would be offended if you brought him uninvited," explains Thomas, the angel who liases most with the Manadavvi at the Eyrie.) She misses him more than expected while she's gone, and flies home inadvisably fast and collapses into his arms with exhaustion when she returns.

Shell Bell and Sherlock have been friendly but not interfering; they've set up some sort of home base invisibly on the tippy-top of the mountain peak that houses the Eyrie. They are not staying in Angela's quarters. They are not present for her to be embarrassed by, when the next morning, having slept in her flying leathers and barely sated the absence of Micaiah that bothered her in the Manadavvi house, she kisses him with a bit more intensity than usual.

Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela does not get a day free to fly to Sinai for some time. There are always things to do. She becalms storms and calls for corn and goes harmonizing with a young angel girl on her first prayer for rain to take place outside of a music practice room. She is obliged to put in an appearance at a Manadavvi lord's wedding when Moriah, who was originally going to be the Eyrie's representative there, hurts her knee and cannot even run to take off, let alone maneuver through a mortal's house. She is not supposed to bring Micaiah to this last. ("It might be different if you'd married him, but right now he's just... an affection, and they would be offended if you brought him uninvited," explains Thomas, the angel who liases most with the Manadavvi at the Eyrie.) She misses him more than expected while she's gone, and flies home inadvisably fast and collapses into his arms with exhaustion when she returns. Shell Bell and Sherlock have been friendly but not interfering; they've set up some sort of home base invisibly on the tippy-top of the mountain peak that houses the Eyrie. They are not staying in Angela's quarters. They are not present for her to be embarrassed by, when the next morning, having slept in her flying leathers and barely sated the absence of Micaiah that bothered her in the Manadavvi house, she kisses him with a bit more intensity than usual.
Author: yovahs_kisses	That is fiiiiiiiiiine by him.
Author: jovahs_heiress	She doesn't have a harmonics appointment today and no one can ask her for an intercession if she doesn't get out of bed in the first place. She's been wearing this set of flying leathers too long. Is it also fine by him if they come off?
Author: yovahs_kisses	Yes. Yes it is.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Oh good. Here they are under a tent formed by her left wing with kisses and not too much fabric and it's warm and she's so happy to be here. "I missed you," she murmurs.
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I missed you too," he says, snuggling up. "I love you. You're nice and sweet and warm and snuggly and very, very kissable." See? Like so!
Author: jovahs_heiress	Like so indeed. "I love you too," she says decisively when there's a pause in his demonstration of kissability.
Author: yovahs_kisses	He beams and hugs her.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Jovah is good," she sighs, nuzzling against where his shoulder meets his neck.
Author: yovahs_kisses	"He iiiiis," Micaiah says happily.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"And they say when an angel's born, he dances," she says, squirming slightly and settling her wing closer.
Author: yovahs_kisses	... He grins, and runs his hand along her feathers, and kisses her.
Author: jovahs_heiress	The angel Isabella is not seen out in the halls of the Eyrie until somewhat later than her customary time of rising. Serah quizzes her, when they have lunch, and receives nothing more than a serene smile by way of explanation.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah, in the meantime, is napping in her room. Because he is tired. Happily, happily tired.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Two days - two rather exhausting days full of intercessions and attempts at making Jovah dance and meeting with Shell Bell once a day to say no, can't go to Sinai yet, maybe tomorrow - later, Delilah asks Angela to come with her to a meeting at Monteverde. Without Micaiah; it's a political meeting, with the Archangel Linus and representatives from all holds and the Jansai and the city landholders and the Manadavvi, and while it is about trade agreements with Ysral, Micaiah's mere status as adopted Manderra doesn't secure him an invitation and he has no political credentials. She goes. She'll be gone for three or four days. Micaiah gets a thorough goodbye, and she and Delilah and two other angels and Noah all leave for Monteverde.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Despite the extreme thoroughness of that goodbye, he only spends the next few hours or so napping. Then, as is more or less his habit by now, he starts wandering the Eyrie.
Author: jovahs_heiress	There's an angel girl a few years older than Isabella whose name Micaiah has not yet had occasion to learn, walking the other way. She pauses when she sees him. "Oh," she says, fluffing milk-white wings in a way that makes her short auburn hair flutter, "you're Isabella's, aren't you."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I don't belong to her," he says, amused. "What's your name? I'm Micaiah. Your wings are pretty."
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Phebe," says the angel, smiling suddenly. "No, of course you don't belong to her, do you? I think I heard you're an Edori. You want a closer look at the wings?" One of them waggles a bit.
Author: yovahs_kisses	"Sure!" he says, all cheerful innocence.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"I'm down this hall," Phebe says. "I was on my way to practice but it was going to be just me today, since Timaeus wore out his voice yesterday..." She holds out her hand invitingly.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Smiling, Micaiah takes her hand.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Once they have some privacy, Phebe offers more than just that, too. She seems unutterably pleased about the whole thing.
Author: yovahs_kisses	There's something a little strange about how pleased she is. But it's fun, and he's had this conversation with Isabella and knows she won't be mad, so he just goes with it.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Phebe's not particularly cuddly after; she puts on her wrap-sort-of-garment again - Isabella isn't unusual in wearing flying leathers all the time, but plenty have more wardrobe variety - efficiently and stretches out all six limbs and hops to her feet. "I'm not sure whether to tell her as soon as she's back, or just hint at it and drive her nuts trying to figure out what I mean, or keep utterly mum and throw it in her face after she's inevitably named Delilah's successor when Delilah retires," she muses, half to herself.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Oh. Yeah, that'll do it. Micaiah just shakes his head and smiles.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"You can, you know, lie there for a while if you're worn out," says Phebe. "I suppose you don't have anything else to do while she's off proving to everyone how important she is... Let yourself out whenever," she shrugs. "I'm going to go get note-perfect on the Requiem."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"Mmm... not that worn out," he decides, and rolls out of bed and gets dressed.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"As you like, then," says Phebe, and she waits until he won't scandalize passersby before she opens the door and sweeps out, white fans of her wings held regally behind her.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah goes and gets a snack, and returns to Isabella's room, and curls up in her bed, and cries quietly.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela's back on schedule, looking tired. She goes looking for her Micaiah.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Her Micaiah is in the practice rooms, singing that one mass, and putting more emotion into it than usual.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela comes in at her next pickup, closing the door quietly behind her.
Author: yovahs_kisses	His voice catches, and he breaks off and turns and hugs her, burying his face against her shoulder.
Author: jovahs_heiress	She falls silent when he stops. "What's wrong?" she exclaims. "What happened?"
Author: yovahs_kisses	He sniffles. "This girl Phebe wanted me to fuck her, and I wanted to so I did, but then I found out she was just doing it to hurt you and now I feel really bad."
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela wraps her arms around him automatically. "Phebe - the angel, right, not the angel-seeker who works in the laundry?"
Author: yovahs_kisses	He nods.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Her wings go around him too, overlapping behind his back. "I - I didn't even know she had a problem with me," she murmurs. "But it's not your fault - it's okay -" She hugs him tightly.
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I've never had a lover who was even pretending they didn't want me with anybody else," he says, clinging a little. "I didn't think of it until she started talking about throwing it in your face."
Author: jovahs_heiress	"I - I'm afraid I can't exactly sign up for a harmonics slot and improvise an explanation in soprano-tenor for everyone's ears. It'd be - It's not uncommon exactly, for angels and people around angels to be... imperfectly constant? Is there a nicer word for that? But it's generally very discreet if there's any kind of relationship instead of just dabbling with angel-seekers. There would be... consequences, to announcing it. ...And now if Phebe does want to hurt me, I can only hope I can think of a way to act hurt after a private revelation instead of having to come up with a reaction to a public declaration."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I don't want you to have to act hurt."
Author: jovahs_heiress	"If I don't, she'll find a way to tell everyone in a way that will actually cause me problems. Delilah in particular I don't think would think much of it if it weren't for anyone else, but there are some people she listens to who would."
Author: yovahs_kisses	He hugs her some more.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela swallows. "Here's what might work best. I go find Phebe, today. I tell her that you confessed and you feel terrible and I forgave you, and then I tell her I forgive her. I act completely unconcerned about public opinion, I make it sound like it's just a matter between me and her to me. She won't have a chance to try making it general knowledge without hearing from me and if I can pull off sufficient - I don't know, serenity - then she might think it's not worth it to try."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I love you," he murmurs.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"I love you too. - Can you think of a better plan? Because if I'm going with that one I had really better not wait."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"No." He kisses her cheek. "It's a good plan."
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Okay. - Will I find you here or in our room, after?"
Author: yovahs_kisses	"Here," he decides.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Okay. I don't think this will take longer than half an hour, unless I can't find Phebe," says Angela, and she kisses his forehead, and unwraps wings and arms, and slips out of the practice room.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah wipes his eyes, and takes a breath, and starts singing again.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela finds Phebe. She asks to speak to her privately. Phebe shoos her angel-seeker conquest-of-the-day and tells him she'll find him later, and she looks at Angela, smirking. "Micaiah told me about what happened between you," says Angela, calmly, levelly. "He feels terrible, but I've forgiven him, and I want you to know that I forgive you, too." Phebe is - as expected - somewhat stunned. Angela could rescue the silence, could say something, give Phebe more to grab onto and bite, ask why do you hate me or some similar question, but no. This awkwardness is to her benefit. She lets it sit. Phebe says nothing. Angela doesn't even ask her to keep the events quiet. She just lets the silence pour over everything in the room, and finally she gets to her feet and says, "I won't take up any more of your time." "You - you -" manages Phebe. Angela looks over her shoulder, politely, calmly listening. Phebe does not produce a complete sentence. "I'll see you at the first practice next week for the angelic choir's Magnificat?" Angela offers. Phebe nods, scowling. Angela goes back to find Micaiah again.
Author: yovahs_kisses	He's still there, as promised, singing his heart out.
Author: jovahs_heiress	His angel joins in the next time the soprano part enters, and takes his hand in hers.
Author: yovahs_kisses	This time, he doesn't interrupt himself, just keeps singing.
Author: jovahs_heiress	When her part is silent for a phrase, she kisses his temple. They finish the song together, and she says, "Unless Phebe collects herself and decides to escalate, later - I think this is under control." She pauses. "I - I hesitate to ask you to avoid people who know me. Because that's... everyone in the hold."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I don't have to stay in the hold all the time," he points out. "And I don't want this to happen again."
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela nods, then says - "But, if I acquire anything like prominence - if Delilah names me successor and retires, let alone if I become Archangel and you angelico - then the number of people who don't know who I am shrinks."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I can still find some, I bet," he shrugs.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Okay." She smiles faintly. "And there could easily be Milliways again, regardless, where it doesn't make a difference if they know me or not."
Author: yovahs_kisses	"Yeah." He smiles back and hugs her some more.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Hugs hugs hugs. ...These rooms are very soundproofed, and the doors lock.
Author: yovahs_kisses	They are! And they do! Mmm.
Author: jovahs_heiress	It is four days later when Angela makes it all the way through breakfast without acquiring an assignment. She tells Serah where she's going, in case anyone looks for her. She picks up Micaiah, flies up to notify Shell Bell and Sherlock so they can follow if they like, and sets out for Sinai.
Author: sicaria	Of course they follow. This is bound to be fascinating.
Author: she_sells_seashells	It really is.
Author: jovahs_heiress	After the three-hour flight, Angela lands at Sinai, and notifies an acolyte of her name. This one is from Chahiela, apparently, because she has to repeat herself three times, slowly and clearly, before she repeats it successfully. She goes in and comes out and haltingly says that Alleluia can see them now.
Author: yovahs_kisses	In they go, then!
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Back so soon, Isabella?" asks Alleluia. "I - yes. But it's not an emergency. If you have other things to do, we can wait," says Isabella, squeezing Micaiah's hand perhaps harder than she should.
Author: yovahs_kisses	He smiles and leans into her.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"It may as well be now." "It's - it's kind of a strange question, but Micaiah really wanted me to ask you," says Angela, turning an indulgent smile on her lover. "If there were such a thing as magic, not just powerful technology or Jovah's blessings but outright magic - would Jovah forbid its use? Do you know - can you ask him - will he answer such a strange hypothetical question?"
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah grins right back.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"I - am not optimistic that you will get a straightforward answer, but since it's only a hypothetical question, perhaps that doesn't matter much," says Alleluia slowly, peering with a dubious expression at Micaiah. She turns to the interface and types.
Author: she_sells_seashells	[It just looks like a computer,] remarks Shell Bell to Sherlock. [...I'm tempted to pentagon the language she's writing in just like we wound up having to pentagon the local vernacular outside of Milliways, what do you think?]
Author: sicaria	Sherlock doesn't consider the question for long; she turns it over in her mind, and then makes the wish for herself.
Author: she_sells_seashells	Rather than expend a separate pentagon, Shell Bell reads over Sherlock's shoulder, so to speak.
Author: jovahs_heiress	The screen says this: >If there were such a thing as magic, would its use incur any probable deleterious effects on Samaria, or place us under fire from you? Like technology, magic would only be dangerous if it could not be controlled or fell into ill-intentioned hands. I would not send thunderbolts as a result of its use. After the response has appeared on her screen, Alleluia turns back to Angela. "Magic wouldn't be specially forbidden," she says. "But it could be just as dangerous as technology, if it wasn't controlled, or if the wrong people had it. Does that settle the question for you?" "...I think it does," says Angela, smiling.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah grins and hugs his angel.
Author: sicaria	[Odd way to talk to a god,] Sherlock observes.
Author: she_sells_seashells	[Yeah. Not "will it offend you" or "might we", just - "will you attack us". And then she filtered that out for Angela.]
Author: jovahs_heiress	"If you need me to settle any other odd hypotheticals, feel free. Petitions aren't so frequent - well, you know, you've studied with Peninnah, but I believe she spends more time in sacred communion than I have tended to," says Alleluia. "Petitions aren't so frequent as to fill all my days." "Of course. Thank you, Alleluia," says Angela. "You're welcome. Have a good flight home." Alleluia turns back and clears the screen.
Author: sicaria	[Should we bring this up, do you think?]
Author: she_sells_seashells	[...Maybe. I'm not sure. Let's see how she reacts to getting the coins first. I mean - I don't know what's up with the funny way Alleluia talked to the god, do you? I think she'd dismiss it as nothing without more details, religious like she is.]
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela lands where she landed last time she departed Sinai, rather than continuing straight on to the Eyrie. "Are you two there?" she asks, in completely the wrong direction from where Shell Bell and Sherlock are hovering.
Author: sicaria	Sherlock teleports to where she was looking and visibles. "Yes."
Author: she_sells_seashells	Bell likes this idea. She follows suit. "Here I am. Want some coins to mint you and Micaiah, since it's allowed after all?"
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Yes. Please," says Angela, beaming.
Author: she_sells_seashells	Shell Bell doesn't carry that many coins, but she's got Sherlock with her; there's no reason not to just hand over all the hexagons and stars she's carrying, a mix of Sherlock's color and the starter Alice-colored coins she got originally. [Here, I'll put you both on the brainphone, too,] she adds merrily to everyone present. [You'll be able to talk to each other from anywhere. Don't use stars without the secret I am about to tell Angela, though, Micaiah, they are dangerous. Alice doesn't even know it,] she adds. (Sherlock knows it. Her Sherlock isn't such a loose cannon waiting to happen, like the Whistles.)
Author: yovahs_kisses	"Okay," he says agreeably, and hugs his angel. "I want magic powers, give me magic powers," he says, nuzzling her shoulder.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"I will," she says, and she wishes on two hexagons in succession.
Author: she_sells_seashells	"I want to see your coin colors," enthuses Shell Bell. "I don't match Stella - I'm mother-of-pearl and she's glowy red."
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela bites her lip experimentally, and produces a triangle: white with speckles, just like her wings. She grins at it. She wishes her hair untangled from the flight and giggles when the triangle disappears.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah bites his lip too. His very first square is the colour of a very active Kiss. Laughing, he turns to Angela and kisses her.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Celebratory kisses! Magic! Angela has never been so happy in her life.
Author: she_sells_seashells	Shell Bell privately passes along to Angela the emergency mint-containment protocol that Stella invented - the anti-coin envelope around the skin - and, aloud, explains the design of the standard coin bandolier - "But I'm not sure how that will work with the wings."
Author: jovahs_heiress	"I can have the belt part," says Angela. "And if it gets too long, I can twist it in front and put my head through it, and it won't foul up my wings at all."
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah nudges Angela. "Sing something," he murmurs, grinning.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela grins back and then launches without preamble into the soaring solo from the Magnificat. She can't sing through the whole of it - she can only cover about half the range - but she can do this bit.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah hugs himself and beams. He quickly accumulates a pile of coins in the circle of his arms: pentagons, with a hex or two every time she hits an especially gorgeous note.
Author: she_sells_seashells	[You can sing pentagons and hexes out of him,] Bell remarks, silently so as not to interfere with the gorgeous music. [That is cool.]
Author: jovahs_heiress	The solo comes to an end - or rather, the last phrase within her range does - and Angela amens herself to a graceful conclusion with a brilliant grin, picks up one of his pentagons, and wishes suitable coin-bandoliers into existence for the both of them, his wound the traditional way and hers just a belt for the time being. "It's the Kiss in his arm," she says. "It gets one's attention when one has found one's true love. Most especially when there's singing. Mine doesn't hurt, but Jovah knows who this one's attached to." She taps the swirling crystal in Micaiah's arm.
Author: yovahs_kisses	And now that his nice new coins are all on his nice new bandolier, Micaiah has his arms free to hug her! So he does.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Yay!
Author: she_sells_seashells	[Do you have any more specific guesses than I do about why Alleluia would talk like that to Jovah?] Shell Bell asks Sherlock.
Author: sicaria	[None come to mind.]
Author: she_sells_seashells	[Hm. Oh well.] "Back to the Eyrie?" Shell Bell asks aloud. "You could teleport there, now."
Author: jovahs_heiress	"But I told Serah where I was going and so no one will expect me back for another three hours. Besides, I like to fly, and I might pass something that needs doing," Angela laughs, still giddy with new power. "Thank you again - thank you so much, both of you, for being patient until I had my answer, for giving me the coins -"
Author: she_sells_seashells	"You're completely welcome," Shell Bell assures her happily.
Author: sicaria	"And very sweet," adds Sherlock.
Author: yovahs_kisses	"Isn't she?" beams Micaiah.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Angela blushes and picks up Micaiah again, but then pauses before taking off. "Unless you'd like to fly by yourself?" she asks him.
Author: yovahs_kisses	"I like it when you fly me," he says, curling up happily in her arms. "Do you like flying me?"
Author: jovahs_heiress	She kisses his forehead. "I love flying you." And she runs lightly down the hill and air catches her under her wings and she flies.
Author: she_sells_seashells	Shell Bell turns invisible again and goes into the air after them.
Author: sicaria	Sherlock likewise follows.
Author: jovahs_heiress	Back at the Eyrie, Angela finds Milliways in place of her water room. [If you want to go home now, you can,] she tells Sherlock and Shell Bell.
Author: she_sells_seashells	Shell Bell teleports down. "Are you coming?" she asks.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Not this time. I'm too - excited to start work here, I don't think I can stand to leave, and you can write all the necessary notes in the Belltower for us," says Angela, grinning. She holds the door with her foot so she can give Shell Bell a hug. "But it was lovely to meet you. I hope we run into each other again!"
Author: sicaria	"I hope the same," says Sherlock.
Author: yovahs_kisses	Micaiah distributes hugs.
Author: jovahs_heiress	"Bye!" says Angela merrily.
Author: she_sells_seashells	Shell Bell and Sherlock go through the door, and close it behind them.
Author: sicaria	"I believe I will go and snuggle my brother," says Sherlock.
Author: she_sells_seashells	"I'll be along as soon as I've written up our vacation's events," says Shell Bell, giving her a kiss. "I love you."
Author: sicaria	Mmmkiss. "I love you too," she says, and departs.