Forging An Edge
When he first arrived, Rain had been surprised to discover a forging in the mansion while out on his first run.
After asking about it, the response he got from Cassie was "Sure, you can use it! No one's been in there since Aunt Iriel, so have at it! Oh, but can I watch sometimes?"
She had never come to watch.
If there was one thing Rain was learning about angels, it was that they tended to stick to what they were comfortable with unless there was something they wanted.
Today, however, Rain arrived to find someone waiting in the forge. An angel whose arms bore many scars, and whose face had a look that was very similar to Zariel. Her hair was silver, and her wings were grey like steel, with just a hint of yellow at the base of her feathers.
"Are you the one who's been playing in my forge?" the woman asked, her wings ruffling with expectation.
Rain dropped to a waist-high bow, "No ma'am, I've been using it to maintain my weapon."