Very calmly Ploay walked up to the tall gates of the angels, one of her very first home that she was raised in. There was a slight horror in her heart from coming here, but times had changed and not every angel was part of the little clan her father kept. And that was also a long time ago, the clan would sooner or later died out. With her right foot first she stepped in the gates and saw the many winged creatures she learned to hate when she grew up. They seemed so peaceful with their grey and white hair down to their shoulders. As she started to slowly walk forwards more angels came in to view, with golden hair and then natural human colored hair. They all seemed tall, like her own hight. Ploay stood in the center of the city, and bowed her head sadly. There was so much in her past that she needed to face, and she needed to forgive these creatures. Not all of them were bad, she knew this, but it was so hard to forgive them.
A long time ago, Ploay was used as an experiment with her father and his group of angels. They sealed off her power, and she lived in a dark life until she was able to break that seal and use it to her advantage. Also when her guardian powers were touched, she could get rid of it completely. Her eyes bowed down at the cobble stones, and just stood their in silence like the statue that was a very yards in front of her. Her mind was at peace as she let the different angelic beings pass her in the great crowd.
Samarin looked about the wide bolouvad. He watched the angelic wings moving to and fro. He felt out of place here. Even as a guardian he still felt slightly uneazy in a city of wings. He did seem out of place and conspicuas. But he was here for no pleasure trip. He was meeting ploay here. It was important to her. So it was even more important to him. He scratched tbe back of his head. Despite the reasons for being here it was going to be a rarther nice day he notted. He smiled to himself. It may be a sad trip but getting to see ploay was good enough for him. More than good enough. He couldnt wait.
His gaze returned to the street. Then just down the road he could see the dark pair of wings moving with the rest of the crowd. he would reconise those wings anywhere. He smiled and turned. He began to weave his way through the throng of people towards her. His heart rate picked up slightly as he neared her.
All at once someone moved and there she was. Standing in all her beuty and finness. He smiled and blinked. He moved towards her and hugged her. Pressing her close. He whispered in her ear so only she could hear. "Ive missed you my love" He moved back and kissed her on her full lips. "So how are you doing? Are you ready for this?" He knew how grave this was and how hard it must be for her. He would do anything he could to suport her.
Ploay sighed and turned her back on Samarin, not allowing him to kiss her. She didn’t feel like being lovey dovey here, she didn’t wanna cuddle and look at the people going by here. Ploay had plans to do, things that needed to be done. But the problem was, even she didn’t know what to do. Finally she was ready to let go of her past, and embrace these angelic beings who passed her. But she needed a plan, and Samarin wasn’t helping, he didn’t know what was going on here. Thats the reason she came to talk to him.
Whipping her body around she gave him a cold harsh look with her dark eyes. “You don’t even know why I’m here, noting about my history do you?” The guardian turned her head to the right just in time to see a small angel playing with his friends. Ploay closed her eyes tightly and looked back at him with sad eyes. “I want you to know if you’ll listen...”