Bab 203: Guardian Virtue

Ravenna De Vríes was out of sorts at the angel's proclamation. Her mother had never cared before to send a herald. Why now? To offer an olive branch, or to upend the life she had so carefully crafted for herself. Or perhaps, her father had told her about his letter which had gone two weeks now without a reply. Ravenna didn't want to hurt her head over them.

In the wide area of the lavatory, she moved for the soft taps and pumped a few times to get water going. She washed her hand under it, her green eyes rising up to the mirror. She caught the pale iris of the [Brass Saint] in it.

"I ask again, what the fuck do you want? . . .uh, what's your name again? And can you fold those wings please." She scoffed. "I get that some people literally worship you guys but I'm not one of them. Hell. For divine beings, you lot are pretty vain."