The ghost has decided to pay her a visit...she seems a bit better since last he saw her. Though he knew for a fact that she hadn't seen him back then. Perhaps now was a good time. "Chaire...it's been a while." -Hyacinthus

Silver was indeed far more at ease, doing one of her favored past times: people watching. To stand above the bustling Pride City from her vantage point atop the rooftops, the Nephil could keep her wings out with more freedom. No prying eyes. No disruptions. Peaceful…

Until a floral scent wafted past her nose. She breathed in, puzzled to smell something so sweet and calming. Silver had smelled it before, from her childhood and…not that long ago. Larkspur? In the midsts of her quiet pondering the smell came accompanied by a voice. Spinning around in alarm, Silver took a step backwards into open air. She yelped as she fell into down into emptiness, hands reaching out to grab the ledge in time. Furiously pumping her wings, she dug her shoes against the side of the building as she pulled herself back up.

When addressed by the god, the little angel stopped in his bap assault upon the poor instrument. His large blue eyes stared back, blinking once before looking back to the lyre. He gave it another bap, hearing the twang it made and giggled.

Silver had been riding the currents, watching the scenery pass beneath her. Being able to visit Earth more often still took some getting use to. But she never dared stay too long, unless it was to stay at Apollo’s home. A sudden gust and figure over shooting her, Silver squawked in alarm. Halting in the air she looked every which way for the assailant until he rocketed straight up to her face.

Boop!

Send my Muse Flowers

Purple Hyacinth — “I am sorry, please forgive me.”

Tea Rose — "I’ll remember, always.”

Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.”

Silver’s brow furrowed at the flowers as she interpreted their meaning. “Of course I forgive him? I was never mad to begin with. Why does he sound like he’s-”

Stiffening, the Nephil’s hues glow as the color drains from her face. No…nonono! The pressed flowers slip from her fingers and fall, her gaze turning skyward. Michael was in trouble.

“Hermes. Go down to the Pride Ring and tell Lucifer I’m going up to Heaven. Something’s wrong with Michael and there’s no time to waste.”

Waaaaaaaahh thank you buddy!! ;w; 💖 You are so wonderful too!

Lucid had teleported down to Hell a few times now, but never did it look like this. He stood in the entrance that looked like a Greek Pantheon of sorts, something similar that his friend Apollo lived in. The seraphim folded his six wings, shrinking them down to be out of the way from bumping into anything. As he walked around the place, he called out to the owner.

Small hands grasp the helmet, the little angel's downy soft wings fluttering like an excited baby birds. He "ooo's" softly as he turns the helmet, looking at all the details and shaping of the metal before trying to put it on himself. It's far too large for the child, covering his eyes and half his face. Ringing with laughter, the small cherub pushed it back up enough until he could peek out at the uniquely winged "angel" again.

"Looo-sid! Hermes ah, ah gawrd?"

The weather was perfect to laze about. Having stepped out of Hell to pay a visit with her new “flock”, Silver was spending time at Apollo’s home. It was healing in so many ways for the Nephil to have a new found family. Even if their meetings were never initially intended to be as such, she found herself returning time and again to pay a visit to the god.

Sprawled on her belly with grey wings splayed, Silver sunbathed contently upon the old marble stone. A shadow passing over her drew the Nephil from her sleepy state, opening an eye to see who it was. She had expected to see Apollo or even Michael. But what greeted her was a half man and half horse. Alarmed, Silver sat up with flared wings.