- The Capital -
- Celestial Realm -
Reqiel walked out of the burial grounds alone, Rolfe waiting for him quietly like nothing had gone amiss.
"Where to next? " Rolfe asked lightly, a hand in his dark brown hair.
"The White Desert," Reqiel dutifully informed the Angel that had gone through the trouble of taking him around the Capital all day.
"The Remembrance Plains," Rolfe corrected instinctively, he had learned that the revered space had come to be called that when it became a danger to the Angels who had lost their immortality.
"You don't have to come with me," Reqiel was quick to say, he could find his way out easily.
"I like a job thoroughly well done," Rolfe said amicably, "At least, let me accompany you to the plains."
Reqiel didn't turn down the kind offer, flying out of the city. He had used his wings more times today than he ever had but, his gold-tinted wings seemed to be quickly adjusting. He flew for short periods so it made it all the more easier to adapt.
