Feathers

Chapter 9

We were in the woods again and after a lot of bickering and desperately trying to convince him, I persuaded Jeremiah to continue training me while I prepared to get my daughter back. I had just been thrown against another tree when Castael popped up next to me. 

"Can't you be gentler with her?" he asked. 

"She's going up against another angel! She needs to be prepared!" Jeremiah said reaching down to pick me up. He dusted off my sore arms and looked me in the eye. "You need to be prepared." He said it softer this time. 

I nodded and prepared myself to fight him again.  

"Stop! I have lunch!" Castael shouted. 

"Lunch? I don't need lunch!" Jeremiah said. 

"But she does!" Castael referred to me. Jeremiah rolled his eyes then nodded and we sat on the ground while I ate a ham sandwich that Castael had brought.  

"It's like seriously good!" I said. "Did you work your magic or something?" 

"Well, I had never made a ham sandwich, or a sandwich of and sort, so I had to, um... whip it up with the help of a little...grace," he said. 

"So what you're saying is this is basically an edible heaven pot sandwich, but instead of pot it's grace?" I giggled a little.

"Uh... yeah, I guess." He rubbed the back of his head still puzzling what I just said.

I smiled at him and went to kiss him on the cheek but stopped myself because first of all, I was sweating and had food in my mouth, and second, we were still kind of awkward from the whole he's my future husband and we haven't even had our first kiss yet thing. I know that he was hurt that I took to Mo faster than I took to him but it was the moment that someone who would probably kill the person who will one day come out of me, literally, that I actually embraced her as my daughter. I felt as bad as he felt hurt.  

"Are you done yet?" Jeremiah asked. He was shaking his leg so I knew a long time ago that he was getting impatient.  

"I just started!" I told him. He rolled his eyes again and stood up. 

"I'm going for a walk." He didn't even wait for a reply and he was gone, as in poof, one of those angel things. 

"Guess what?" Castael started. 

"What?" I asked. 

"I think there's a way that I can find Moira through the angel mind thing," he said excitedly.  

"What? What do you mean? How?" I asked sitting up.  

"I'm not sure, but the other day, I was thinking really hard about her and I could have sworn that I heard her calling out for help. I'm not sure where she is so it'll be pretty hard to hear her all the time, but I think it's the connection we have as kin," he said. 

"Can you try again?" I asked desperately.  

"I'll try again, but not right now, I just spent the last hour trying to hear her again." 

I nodded. 

"How's training?" Castael asked. 

"It's training. I think it's beating me, though," I confided. He laughed and I gave him a pouty look. 

"I'm sorry, but you're never going to get up to Jeremiah's level. He trained me too when I was younger and it took me ages to finally get him on the ground if even for a second," he said.  

"So, what you're basically saying it that it will be impossible to be a good fighter in Jeremiah's eyes?" I asked. 

"Yes," he said bluntly. "But I can help you to be an okay fighter," he said smiling at me. "C'mon." He held out his hand to me.