Jeff smiled fairly pleasantly to Naomi. "A pleasure to be seeing you," He said in a slight accent. Possibly Italian? It was hard to tell.
David looked with some awe at the angel. Unlike her wings which seemed like gentle adornments, Jeff had wings that were hawk like. The crumpled suit hid what muscles he might have.. but Somehow David could sense he was built strong.
She couldn't help looking with some amazement at a male angel. The first male she had met with a similar transformation to her. He was old true, but seemed to be so much stronger for it, unlike normal humans that tended to be past their prime at that point.
Jeff sat down with them. "Hello," He said. "You keep curious company my fellow angel-changed," He said calmly glancing at Rachel.
"That's not a problem is it?" Asked David.
he glanced at Rachel again thinking about it.
The devil girl fumed just slightly. Was this guy judging her? Sheesh... what would people think if they turned into an angel? That they were perhaps.. the chosen ones? The last time anyone thought that it was a dark day for humanity indeed..
"It is not a problem for me," Said Jeff. "I am simply curious... you must be very good friends. It's nice to see" he smiled pleasantly again.
"Well.. I'm Rachel," the devil girl said simply. "Pleased to meet you."
"And to you dear. I'm Jeff."
"I'm..." the angel girl paused. "... David," she admitted in the end.
"Ah.." The middle aged angel nodded, but didn't comment on it further.
"You said it wasn't a problem for you... could it be a problem with anyone else?" Asked Rachel.
"There are a few who have certain.. ideas," Jeff explained a bit sadly. "I'm afraid we are all still human after all. Are there devil-changed that feel cast out?" It would be a similar train of thought.. for every person that thought they were divine, there would be another person who would think the opposite.
"When I went to their place, the devil changed were nice to me," Said David.
"You.. you went to their Commons?" He asked curiously.
"I took her. We both found it.." Rachel said rather proudly.
"And I brought Rachel here," David said.
Jeff nodded. "I must admit.. I did not think such a thing possible- I thought this place was only for.. a certain type of changed person." He seemed glad though . "I hope you'll visit often Rachel. I would like those here to remember we're all still human." he said as his food arrived.
"Here you go Jeff," Naoimi placed the food for him.
"My thanks," He said. "There might be.. certain angel folk you will want to avoid Rachel. They might see your friendship as.. something else," He explained glancing at the door.
Steven tried to sleep even as the sunlight crept into her window. The flower girl didn't want to wake up now... but her transformation seemed to completely reset her sleeping cycle. Her body knew it was time to step out into the sunlight.
The flower on the windowsill, was telling her that her mother was already out there- how exactly it knew that, and how it could communicate this to her she really didn't want to know.
"I know...I just want a few more minutes," She said pulling the covers around her.
Being a flower girl.. was not fun, she realised. She had left pollen all over her bed- (the human equivalent she really didn't want to think about) and her petal skirt kept bunching up under the covers. She had tossed and turned, in the end just forgetting to use the covers. It seemed easier on her petals.
Her graceful dancer legs exposed outwards from the bed, would have been an odd sight to anyone who saw it.
She could hear the plants all singing with her mother again, enjoying the Sunday together. It was.. nice. The flower on her window was asking if she could be moved a little closer to the window. Apparently she had been moved earlier and it took her months to grow to the right spot... she didn't want to expend more months going the opposite way.
Steven ignored it, but eventually the plea became a little too desperate to ignore. The flower girl got up, shaking her head (and the flower atop her own head). She stepped to the young flower and turned the pot a bit. "Is.. that better?"
It asked to be moved a bit more.
"Hows... that?" She asked- though the flower was still not happy.
"Fine... um... how about this?" She turned it again. Ah... that's better. the flower appreciated her help, and Steven smiled a bit shyly at being thanked like that- though stopped realising it was just a flower.
God! This was insane! Flowers... don't ... talk. They don't ask things, they don't... leave their petals to welcome you.
... This was too much. She really needed a shower.
Jenny was really excited at the idea of seeing her new grandmother. She went among her clothes trying to decide what to wear. She wanted to look the best she could possible. She wondered if maybe she should bring some kind of present? Would that be a good idea?
But then she had an even better idea! She would make her grandmother a present. She started going all around the house, finding bits and pieces that she might be able to make into something. In the end she managed to get a lot of paper, some colouring pens, some string and some other bits and pieces...
She put them all together on the bed in her room. Would her grandmother be happy if she made her a card? But she wanted it to be special... a vague idea popped into her mind. She wasn't quite sure how it came, but string could be used to move things? Then maybe she could draw a picture and make the picture move with string?
The idea was daunting. She had never really done anything like that before... but it all seemed so clear on how she could make the string and paper work in her head. She quickly got started on the drawing, eagerly applying her creativity on it.
She smiled a bit humming to herself kicking her legs in the air as she drew her likeness and that of her mother. She glanced again at her wardrobe, wondering what to wear... maybe her drawing of herself should match what she would wear?
She saw a nice blue sun dress, and matching top, with white shoes. Would that be nice looking enough? She hoped so! She quickly drew that, though it was quite apparent she was not very good at drawing.
She spent a few hours more cutting it up, and poking the string through the paper. She had to improvise a little bit on cutting the holes, since she couldn't find a pin or anything sharp. Instead she found a paper clip and used that as a kind of needle. (again she had no idea quite why the thought to use that was there... it just seemed obvious?)
She folded the card.. and looked it over. There were cuts in the wrong places, she didn't draw in all the lines, the lines themselves were completely out of proportion... but she thought it was really nice.
She couldn't wait to show it to her new grandmother. She signed it:
*I (heart) you.
Your granddaughter, Jenny.*
