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Knuckles blistered white as the proud Avariel gripped his cup of mead tighter. "Certainly. I know that not all of the wingless ones are nasty little gremlins but the fact that some in their ranks devised some foul way to sever magic all so they could pluck at our feathers is," he allowed his...

A face normally marked by striking features and beauty found itself contort in disgust. Not at Caliane's absence or at the prospect of upsetting her. No, it was the story she told of the flightless ones. Ramiel hadn't wielded a blade or mace in actual decades and he was proud to say that...

Ramiel's lips parted into a boisterous laugh. He attempted to stifle it, placing a hand on his chest and snickering as his mouth closed shut quickly. "Hah, forgive me, I apologize. I was not aware of that horrid encounter. But you are Caliane Runë, correct?" He didn't wait for a reply but...

Caliane's quip about her father and Azithrael caused a few tumblers to click in Ramiel's mind. He had forgotten that the Ruinë family was the one that Caliane hailed from. Her father was a General, he was certain that he at least remembered that much. Likely well connected, by blood, to the...

Ramiel's wings spread skyward in ecstasy as the first warm ball of dough squished between his teeth. The savages he had spent the past months with didn't seem to appreciate the importance of sugar or cinnamon or piping hot spheres of bread that nearly melted in your hand. He took a large swig...

A boyish grin was quickly replaced by a scowl. Caliane. He wasn’t close with her and it had been so long that he hardly recognized her. ”Of course, Caliane, I was only teasing,” except he wasn’t and absolutely did not recognize her. Tadrielus was a name he didn’t recognize but this man was...

Convincing nomads that you were the winged messenger of an ancient prophecy was surprisingly simple. When they had told him they were going to a mythical town called Yuletide he was happy to accompany them so that he could, "bless their harvest," or whatever it was that traders hoped to...

Whatever thoughts were going through the man's head were a mystery to the winged coffee drinker. He seemed deep in thought, lost in whatever this 'well' thing he described was. Perhaps this man was simply a raving lunatic. He didn't display the normal symptoms of lunatics but one could never...

The offer was certainly unique and took Ramiel by surprise. Although a scowl did cross his features at the hint of an ancestor plucking the wings of other Avariel. Insects tearing at the beauty of one such as he. It was embarrassing enough that an Avariel would allow that to happen to...

Ramiel’s face was one of genuine interest when the old man began to speak and explained the need for the Avariel’s wings. But when the word of compensation was uttered from the man’s leathery lips the winged savior spit out his coffee in laughter. “Excuse me? ‘Compensation for my time?’ Are...

Ramiel raised an eyebrow at the elderly looking human that had ordered his three lovebirds to depart. His skin sagged and wrinkled in all the wrong places. It made him realize just how swiftly humans aged. “Go on my lovelies, I’ll call for you this evening,” he said with a warm tone as his...

Humans were really simple creatures. A lot like dogs. Oh! Dogs? Those were little furry buds that humans kept around for security and companionship. See, dogs could be trained to listen to basic commands. They were programmable, responding to positive feedback or the promise of sustenance...