*Meadow*
I am nervous and can’t stand still; I pace here and there, everywhere. We have only been waiting for a few minutes, but I need to know what is happening. I want to know what is this creature aware of that involves our children. They are restless; they usually move a lot but now they are still. Waiting.
A mental brush of warmth reaches me, and seconds after Caleb’s arms wrap around me. ‘Angels are creatures that never intervene with this world. They are constant watchers…’
I nod and relax in his arms. ‘And fallen Angels?’ I ask.
‘They want more… they don’t want to stay just watching… they don’t like to be just observers and they change… it is not necessarily for evil, but some wanted to intervene by doing good too. They just didn’t want to remain as observants.'’ He says as he turns me around and kisses my lips softly.
‘So he might not be a bad creature, right?’ I smile at him, hopeful.