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[ohazhuremylove]

  Azhure is sitting on the porch just after midday, arms propped up on the rail in a comfortable chair. Her wings are folded neatly behind her and somehow expertly around the back of the chair, and she's found more accommodating clothing to wear thanks to the aid of Belize; nothing fancy, just soft black breeches and a top that lets her wings out

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[phedre_25]

Jet black hair is a sigh of the Shahrizai, in her wold, the scions of the Angel Kushiel, who instills punishment with mercy.

As it is, Phedre, Kushiel's chosen and sometimes avatar, is now pausing on the way back from her walk to the lake, her first long outing since she was abducted and tortured by a longstanding foe.

She will look at the relaxing -- Angel? But she's seen one before, and there is no sense of awe, as there was when she spoke the name of God to vanquish Raziel the rogue and free the Master of the Straits.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure's eyes brighten a little as she spots someone she's not been acquainted with heading from the lake - or where she's been told the lake is. She's not seen it yet, except from flight, and she's been reluctant to take a dive because Azhure's still trying to get her head straight.

Still, she smiles from her vantage point and raises a hand, nearly ripping out her hair in doing so. She manages to get it untangled as ungracefully as ever, and then waves to Phedre.

[phedre_25]

Ah, an earthly being, then. Phedre isn't really surprised - if Azhure were an angel, the red mote in her left eye would pulse and she would know, just as she always knew what price her Lord Kushiel demanded of her.

She waves back, politely enough, now intrigued more than anything else. Azhure looks entirely foreign, which, to Phedre, is a good thing.

Because that means she's not Melisande.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure leans against the porch, now both hands down on the railing. "Isn't it gorgeous out here?" she observes. "I'm really not at all upset about skipping winter in my own world, even if all I did is delay it."

[sophie_darling]

Here's another sweet little thing, younger than the last one Azhure met. This one is eight years old, and a regular young English girl.

She's peeking at the woman with the wings from around the porch's corner. She's certain she can't be seen, but Sophie was never a conspicuous child.

Sugar, her mother, is nowhere in sight.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure hasn't had the pleasure of meeting Sugar yet, but it seems her daughter is more found than the redhead is. Azhure sits up straight for a moment, sure she's heard something, but when she turns, there's nothing. Then, of course, she spots little Sophie, who's cleverly hidden except that half of her is still peeking out.

"Hello, little one," she greets cheerfully. "It's okay, you can come out. What mischief are you getting into this afternoon?" she asks. It's a light-hearted question by her tone, and of course, she's smiling. Azhure likes children.

[sophie_darling]

Oops! The little girl giggles, and moves to another hiding place, as if inviting the angel-woman to play hide and seek.

She's not afraid, but then again, Sophie isn't afraid of anyone. She has Lucivar and Sandor Clegane wrapped around her little finger, for example.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure stands upright, realizing that this is a game. "Oh, okay, then," she says, clasping her hands behind her back. She moves slowly, deliberately, so that Sophie can hear her coming.

"Now, where could she have possibly gone?" she asks. She bends down suddenly and looks under a table, where Sophie is not. "Hmmm... " she says, a finger to her mouth. She's half-expecting to get rushed from behind, and she glances over her shoulder to make sure the child isn't waiting to cleverly pounce.

[winter_came]

Ned - Lord Eddard Stark - was on his way to the godswood, to pray for guidance. There are no angels in his culture, and certainly not for those who, like him, worship the old gods.

He'll pause and stare, before he catches himself.

"Gods be good," he gasps at himself.

[ohazhuremylove]

Azhure has her eyes closed for the moment, taking in the serene quiet of the world around her. She's trying to maintain a sense of calm, and when she opens them again, there's a man - looking perplexed.

She stands abruptly, because she's only a little startled, a hand to her chest in mild surprise. The smile breaks from her face after a moment, and she laughs. "You startled me," she calls. "I must have really been off in my own world."

[winter_came]

Still kind of trying not to be entirely wtfeth at Azhure, Ned manages to close his mouth.

"Ah. Well clearly, that world is certainly not the one I come from, lady. Forgive my manners."

He bows, a bit formally.

[ohazhuremylove]

She inclines her head to him politely. "It's fine," she says, and she's still smiling. She walks 'round to the steps of the porch, black wings tucked neatly behind her. She's happy that she's glossed and preened them right - vanity is not a strong suit for her, but her wings, after so much that she went through, are a point of interest.

"Please, don't let me disturb you. I was just out getting some fresh air. It's a beautiful day," she says, hand still rested on the edge of the porch. She's not sure whether to go down the stairs or not; some of the people here don't take as kindly to her right away. The wings, it seems, are scary.