Her eyes never left the strange bird as he dragged his large form and got comfortable under one of the trees he crashed into.
One wing was bigger than a quarter of their house, and she marveled at its dark beauty. Michael rested his sore back on one of the bark of the trees. He sighed when his connection with his family and heaven was revived and everyone began to bombard him with questions that made his head ached. When they wouldn't stop talking at once, he personally blocked the link to face the little problem before him. She was so small, and he did not remember him being the one trapping her divine self in a material body. Must have been one of his brothers.
Michael gazed at the little creature a few distances from where he rested to be able to feel a part of himself and his wings once again.
''Aren't you supposed to be in bed, sleeping?'' He was startled as to why a human would still be awake by this time of the night.
