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Lady Jingling Drifter
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"Hey, Ellie!" the mystery angel - Arariel, you guess - says, pulling Eligos into a bear hug as soon as he lets go of your hand. "How's things?"
"Hello, Arariel," Eligos says politely. He's stiff in Arariel's arms, though the polite smile on his face never falters. He's very good at that. "Everything is fine. Have you met my friend, Prince Glasya-Labolas?"
"Can't say I have!" Arariel says cheerfully. He lets Eligos go and turns to you, grinning lopsidedly. "Nice to meet you, prince. You got a shorter name than that mouthful?"
Normally you might be offended by the question, but you can't help but smile back at him. "Glas is fine."
"Glas, then," he agrees, giving your hand a couple of enthusiastic shakes. "I'm Arty. Only people who ever call me Arariel are this one," he gestures to Eligos, "and my brother, when I'm in trouble."
Now that you're getting a closer look at Arty, there's a lot about him that you hadn't noticed from across the room. His halo is even brighter up close, but his wings are hidden, probably shapeshifted away by choice. He hasn't offered much about what he actually does as an angel, but he has what looks like a knife strapped to his hip, instead of the sabre most diplomats are issued, or the longsword most soldiers wear in dress uniform. And then there's his eye...
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