even angels have rough landings
@crowningred
It’s fortunate they managed to obtain key crests. Having no need to sleep or eat had its conveniences, but not being able to feel or speak, being so close to losing his humanity, was terrible. He tries to forget the experience.
Of course, while the key crest allows for some control, he still stays awake through long, restless nights. And sometimes, he still fails to feel pain, which means wounds go unattended for longer than they should.
How inconvenient that he should be separated from his companions, in a strange city no less, while he is still in such a state. He keeps his grip on his sword as he traverses the strangely familiar streets -- but no, he has never been here before, so why has that thought appeared in his mind? It distracts him long enough that he does not realize he’s walking far faster than most of the others along this path. How strange... he thought his pace quite average. Hmm.
The events which transpire in those moments happen in a blur of red -- her dress, the woman’s ruffled dress, the last color he sees before crashing into her and falling to the ground himself. His wings appear in a puff of mana, and his face turns an uncharacteristic shade of scarlet. What a situation he has found himself in.
“...Please, forgive me. I am not normally so clumsy.”
