D'Artigo let out a menacing growl form the back of his throat. Stupid girl...
"Look, if there are no objections to this... no, yours aren't important Angel, sit there, be a good girl and let the smart ones speak... then I can carry her. I don't mind being bitten. After all, I can bite back. Anyone object?"
"It's a medical condition. Don't blame me for anything that happens." A small chuckle comes from beneath the mask. Angel was within his grasp. Gingerly he hoists her up in his arms, letting the wing hang low, his arms behind the shoulders and under the knees. A twitch happened in the arm supporting the shoulders, brushing against the limp wing.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry. I assure you, that wasn't intentional." Something in his voice said he wasn't telling the truth.
"Do you really think that's a good idea?" Lamiel asked, leaning qietly against a tree a few yards behind them. "Even supposing there's a healer in the town skilled enough to properly set a broken, why are you so sure such a person would be willing to help you? Vampires, Fallen Angels... Like a pack of wolves wandering up to a flock of sheep and asking for help."
"That's where you come in. I can bring her to the village. But when we get close to the village, and can see it from the tree line... yes I know what it's like, don't ask questions about why... I can pass her off to you. Humans and those folk absolutely adore angels. They'll probably do anything you ask."
"That is of course, you're willing to help? I also can use a small bit of magic to alter my appearance slightly, make me seem more like a human, instead of this gorgeous form. They might not dislike that illusion so much."
"All it takes is one person to see through it, and then there's a witch-hunt. Or worse, what if the rebels are there?"Lamiel simply looked at him, no expression in her black eyes, waiting for an answer.
Jessica was getting impactinet. That bone was going to rot if they keep argueeing. She snapped "Just get her to a doctor already! Longer you fight the faster Erina will die. I seen this type of wound before, she will die if you don't hurry." Keep your temper, keep your temper. She chanted to herself. She had wrapped her hand with a cloth. Jessica wasn't mad at Erina. Natural reation, bite what get's too close.
Posted on 2009-01-09 at 12:10:33.
Edited on 2009-01-10 at 18:29:34 by MMV