[Jennifer isn't entirely sure what about this constitutes as a chapel, though she does recognize some of the scrawling sentences here and there that she can see. Her fingers trace over one, curious, but she jumps away and spins around at the sound of the door opening again.
Her eyes are wide, fearful, at first before she even takes in venus's appearance.] I'm sorry-- [She begins automatically and then the words seem to stick in her throat.
Wings? Those were wings, weren't they? Somehow the eyes on them aren't nearly as strange as the fact the winds themselves exist at all.
Jennifer doesn't consider herself overly religious or anything, but she knows the bible. She knows things. So her voice drops to an awed whisper as she in no way answers the semi-unasked question posed to her about her own identity.]
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Her eyes are wide, fearful, at first before she even takes in venus's appearance.] I'm sorry-- [She begins automatically and then the words seem to stick in her throat.
Wings? Those were wings, weren't they? Somehow the eyes on them aren't nearly as strange as the fact the winds themselves exist at all.
Jennifer doesn't consider herself overly religious or anything, but she knows the bible. She knows things. So her voice drops to an awed whisper as she in no way answers the semi-unasked question posed to her about her own identity.]
Are you an angel?