Wings || Levi&Amitiel
Amitiel had been in the Cirque for a few days now and she was struggling to grow used to the new and unusual things she was now surrounded with. She found herself seeing the faces of her garrison everywhere, hidden in the applauding crowd, tucked just around the corner of a caravan or waiting for her when she could manage short fits of sleep. Nearly every moment of her time felt like it was consumed by thoughts of her fall and the effect it was having on her health.
Still, she was at the Cirque for a reason. She had to find someone who could help her restore her wings and her grace or else she was certain that she would perish. She knew of two angels that traveled with the Cirque. They would, of course, be her best chance. She made her way through the caravans, searching for the one that belonged to the angel named Levi. She finally found it and knocked on the door, adjusting the cloak that covered her damaged wings as she did so.
