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Sable laughed. "I don't mind. I am sort of a butterfly, as unmanly as that sounds. As long as you don't JUST see me as a butterfly."
Roselle laughed. “That would be kind of hard. Have you ever seen a six-foot butterfly?”
Sable shrugged. "You're looking at one." He told her. "I'm also a six-foot warrior though, so it all works out."
“I’m a five-foot-seven sparkler,” Roselle informed him. “Or maybe a forest fire…It depends on my mood, I guess. Oh, a warrior? Were your people in a war like mine were?”
Sable grunted. "Well...don't let the stereotypes of fairies get in your way. They're actually pretty violent. We spend more time fighting amongst ourselves than anything."
“My kind can be pretty vicious, too. I guess you could call the ongoing battle between Angels and Fallen Angels infighting, depending how you look at it. They were part of our family once…” Roselle mused.
Sable frowned. "What exactly is the difference between angels and fallen angels? I mean, what makes an angel a fallen angel?"
Roselle gave a small shrug. “Fallen Angels were banished from our city. I didn’t really pay attention when the teacher told us, but I figure they must’ve sinned or something. They became different from us, darker, with different powers, and different morals. “ She lowered her voice, “They…aren’t all bad though…I had a friend…” She bit her lip before changing to a normal, informative voice. “Fallen and normal Angels are forbidden to interact, unless they are engaged in battle.”
Mac started to bark, over joyed at the chaos he had caused. The will o the wisps scattered and buzzed around as Mac leapt around, herding them with sharp snaps of his jaws. They hummed their annoyance, but it wasn't long before Mac had herded a pair of them in reach of the blanket. He sat on his haunches and stared at his companions, urging them to capture the fairies with bright eyes and a wagging tail.
Sable nodded thoughtfully. He closed his eyes and sighed softly. "I see..." He mumbled, before opening his eyes again and looking at her.
Roselike kicked a rock near her feet. "Yeah," she said. "It's kind of a big deal. Those who don't wanna fight come to earth and assimilate."
Xenia, somewhat reading Mac's expression, popped out of the bush, using the blanket to catch one of the lights. At least, she thought she caught one. She trapped another in a bubble just in case.
(Kind of waiting for Sorla's reply...)