A gleeful laugh left her lips when the divinity rubs her head and messes her hair. Lifting her head up to properly look at them (curse the height difference and how short she isー), she nods.
「Yep, yep!」she said, popping the 'p', 「Yes we must, milord!」
Another chirp comes from her, the small angel's pleased to hear their answer. The smile on Fiona's face turns into a small beam.
「I see. That's good, that's good. And I'm doing juuuuust fine!」
A bright smile is present on the angel's face as Fiona flies closer to them. A quick bow is given, followed by another flutter of her wings.
「How are you doing, milord?」
|| This is the first time I ever hurt Fiona and I'm 50:50 between regretting it and not because on one hand she's baby and doesn't deserve to be hurt but at the other. Angst
Glancing over her shoulders and staring at her wings, for a brief second, she can see some of the feathers colored red instead of white, a good amount of the feathers are missing, and dear god, her left wingー
Fiona bit her lip, shuddering as she closes her eyes tightly.
It >
> might have happened long ago, but everything that happened is still so clear in her memories. Justim is yet to know about it. After all, she had made an excuse to not see them after it happened, in order to heal the tattered, bloodied wings.
She lets out a shaky inhale. >