Alpha and Baelixx 1X1

[Baelixx]

Baelevile
she looks at him she blinks, thinking a bit. "i think you'll get that wish...", she says softly and then falls silent once again. So many admired the stars. To be told of in stories and to be known by all. The thought of being loved and admired now made her think of James and she sighs softly, feeling bad once again. "I love him...", she mutters with closed eyes.

[Alpha*]

Morag wrinkles his nose, silent. He does not know that emotion, nor how to console her. Instead the direction of memories is his to command and the angel goes to how James thinks of Bael..

[Baelixx]

Baelevile
She opens her eyes and runs her fingers back through her hair, now paying attention to what the memories have to say. Exhaling deeply, she watches intently, not wanting to miss anything. Just what he thought of her, she hoped, would bring her mind to ease and comfort her. Make her feel better...

[Alpha*]

It is a while before Morag brings them from the mind of the other as he drifts into sleep, not because he would admit it but he is tiered and the Angel isn't all recovered. "See? He doesn't hate you. Only that he.. or rather the wolf.. had meant to hurt you." says Mor with a shy smile. "It isn't all lost."

[Baelixx]

Baelevile
She nods at his words before she runs her fingers back through her hair. "thank you Morag... it really means a lot and you have put my mind at ease.", she says softly in thanks, her hazel eyes on his own blue ones.

[Alpha*]

Morag smiles, careful not to beam, "You are welcome, and that was always the intention you know." says the other Angel happilly. "Now, what shall we do for a while?"

[Baelixx]

Baelevile
She smiles softly and shrugs a bit. " I'm not sure... ", she says and lightly flutters her wings, making her hair away in the little breeze she had made. " We could always... err.. want to go to a play?", she suggests. Having always been a great fan of the arts, she would really enjoy going to one of her memories of a play and relive the experience

[Alpha*]

Morag wears confusion without knowing it, and absently brushes Taelaks' long hair from his eyes - not knowing he can cut it. "What is to play?" is asked curiously. "Like the 'game' that James got mad at?" he inquires cheerfully.

[Baelixx]

Baelevile
she smiles. "A play...", she corrects softly. " It is when a group of people pretend to be like characters from a book or script and they act out a story... i find them rather fascinating and fun to see.", she says softly, trying to explain without confusing him more

[Alpha*]

A wrinkle of his nose says he is thinking about it, and Taelek was groaning - which means it was going to be terribly fun.. he hopes. Morag nods. "Yes," says with another smile to her. "Let us go and see this 'play'." he agrees.