The Forsaken

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    There was a long defining silence throughout the many hallways that both Malthael and Irridia travelled through to get back to his private quarters. The moment they entered the room, the door was quickly shut behind her with a wave of his hand, the archangel turning on one heel to face her.

    "WHERE IS THE STONE?"     He asked plainly with his hood seeming only inches from hers as if to intimidate her. His wings were stiff yet flared in their unnerving ultra violet color as he spoke.

    "I ... I am not sure." She replied, her wings hanging low behind her back while she studied his current shift in mood from before. He seemed to calm yet focused the time they had spoken before, but now he seemed eager to have his current question answered. She could tell her answer did not satisfy nor amuse him in the slightest. Whatever this stones relation to the High Heavens was, it must have been very important to them. "But I-I believe I might be able to find it if we were to go back to Sanctuary."

Malthael's stature remained the same for some time, as if waiting for her to speak further and give more details, but she hadn't been around long enough to pick up on his usual signs for her to know went to continue speaking. He slowly sat up and towered over her smaller form, his eyes still locked on her glowing ones. He stood there in thought for a moment as if studying her and contemplating several decisions he could make before turning back to his desk, fluidly lifting a quill to parchment and scribbling a few letters together.

    "THERE WILL BE ANOTHER MEETING YOU MUST ATTEND BY MORNING." He said simply, not going into detail about anything else in regard to it or her attendance.

    There was a drawn out silence that fell within the room, Irriria's wings twitching with anticipation. She enjoyed the silence for the forest back on Sanctuary, but in the end it wasn't really silent with the natural song of birds, breeze within the trees and rushing flow of the river. Here there was only the scratching of the quill on rough parchment and the occasional shuffling Irridia's flat shoes gave.

    The grey angel finally gave in and broke the silence, her voice coming out timid as if she felt guilty for disturbing him and breaking his focus. "I-I ... finished the book you gave me. Xenarius took them and said he would return them to your shelves."

    Malthael's quill came to a halt and he looked to the side, checking his full and organized shelves. He then glanced up and locked his fingers together in thought. After yet another defining silence, the archangel picked the quill back up and added more notations to the letters he was to write out. She curiously glided forward and tilt her head, looking from him to the letters.

    "What is it you're writing?" She pondered, trying to get any other answer other than silence.

    Malthael seemed to let out a small sigh through his nose and set the quill back down. "THESE ARE FOR THE OTHER ARCHANGELS. THERE ARE LISTS OF TOPICS TO COVER WITHIN OUR NEXT MEETING."

    Irridia's wings perked up, satisfied to receive an answer at all. A small soft smile appeared along her lips as she listened carefully. Her wind then slowly began to decline after remembering that she was involved with this matter, remembering his mood from before and his reaction toward her knowledge of the world stone.