As the plansewalking Archangel sat atop the roof, an old, odd sensation tingled at the back of her skull. It was much like when Sigarda was around, back home on her own plane, and much like when other angels of great power were around. The feeling made her long for her adoptive sister on Innistrad, but for now, Avacyn must learn who the angel near by is.
After spreading her wings, colorless eyes survey the land, searching for that feeling until her eyes land on the other. Without a moments hesitation, she free falls from the building, only to catch wind in her wings. She would glide overhead for a moment before flashing infront of the other, looking into their eyes with curiosity and knowledge. Her wings would be hidden once more when her feet met the ground.
"Who... Are you?" She asked, too excited to meet another like her for courtesy and manners.
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