They could even see one feeding on a dingy sidewalk as they drove by, not ten feet away. The old man being fed from stood smiling dazedly; the angel was brilliant white, almost seven feet high, its wings blinding in the sun. It was surreal, the way people on the sidewalk were just shoving past the man; how none of them could see what was so painfully obvious to them.


Electa frowned.

Vexin was about to be sick.

Electa glanced up. "We should start thinking about where were going. Any ideas?"

He swallowed, calming down just at the sound of her voice. "Not realy." he had no ideas.

she nodded slowly. "Okay..."

He fell silent, an arm keeping around her so he didn't feel panicked around so many angels coming and going.

She was fine with that.

Good, because it wasn't moving away until he felt safe.

Right. And unless Electa shifted her chakra points, she wouldn't be able to see what he saw.

Yeah, so he was uncomfortable on his own.