There once was only one angel who came to this lonely mysterious planet. She was curious so she started exploring. First of all, she saw wild nature with overgrown beautiful plants, which formed marvelous sight. For the curious angel who just arrived it all was new, exciting somewhere inside her mind.
About thousand of day cycles passed. The angel never registered. She just lived and explored. She learned what meant birth and death. What meant water. What meant fire, started by a lightning. In local creatures she saw anger, saw hunger, pride, peace and fear. To the curious angel, she rarely expected fear—she learned that the creatures respected her. Most of them did that by instinct. Some learned to. Sometimes she helped them. Sometimes preferred not to interfere—after all, the nature chose them to have such fate.
Once, she was passing through a forest. It was overgrown, large trees mixed with bushes and other plants. Somehow, nothing clung to the curious angel's clothings, as if flora respected her too. Unexpectedly, a noise happened nearby. The curious angel approached slowly, not wanting to scare the creature.
When she peeked to the bush she didn't see an animal, like the other ones she saw before. She saw whitish wings. Curly silver hair. Purple eyes. Bright little stars on pale cheeks. The curious angel tilted her head. Something familiar was in this new angel. Is it possible however? She never encountered any specie that is like herself.
They stared into each other for quite some time. Then the silver haired angel tried to step closer. But her wings didn't cooperate—she was stuck. The curious angel didn't take long to react. She helped some birds who were stuck in the branches before. She had the experience. With careful hands she untangled feathers from the nasty thorns. She noticed that the purple eyed angel's wings were slightly trembling.
Finally, the curious angel was done. Her new acquaintance was checking own condition. Majestic white wings with yellow inclusions spread out wide. The white haired head tilted to the side. She *knows* those feathers. So similar to own but she *knows* the differences.
Silver haired angel's lips twitched in a friendly expression. Later it'll be named a "smile". For some reason, second pair of lips twitched in the same way. Huh.
The stranger turned to the bush and took something from it. A berry. She suggested it to the curious angel. They don't need to eat. However she tried a few times, following the creatures' example. So right now she took the small round berry she was suggested.
The taste was unique. Inside there were 3 seeds. The curious angel nodded with appreciation. They took a few more.
They didn't part later. This world charmed the two angels. When the first one went further to explore, the second one followed her without much overthinking. Each was pleased to finally show the other what they learned during all the time alone.
Years were spent wandering around the terrain and above, on the still beautiful flying islands. The bond deepened.
Eventually they encountered new angels. They weren't like the First ones—the nature made them alert, prepared to defend themselves, even if nothing was coming for them. They overall looked weaker. Their wings looked smaller and yet carried their owner well in the same way.
A new community was formed. It wasn't big but trusting and strong. The First ones became the elders, guiding and helping solving problems. More and more angels joined. Some were blessed with children.
Certain sound clusters started meaning certain objects. Simple words appeared. Then structured. Titles became a new necessity to identify separate angels. Names were given. And despite the First ones having their own name, younger angels made up different ones that sticked to them. The oldest has been called White for her bright light and always snowy colored hair, ivory skin and wings that never even got dirty. Even her eyes were always white, without anything visible in them. Her close acquaintance, however, was called Purpur, due to her habit of mimicking different creatures. Purring of felines had the most significant influence on that name.
That's how the society developed. Most of the angels preferred to move to the flying islands, which was more safe from critters and unwanted insects. Houses rised. Architecture miracles appeared.
Upon watching the angel specie becoming one of the most developed one, Purpur an White bonded even closer. They were the first ones. They came into this world together —that's why White always felt like she knows that angel. The memory of the first minutes came with ages. Two celestial beings, with no identities nor titles, all so tranquil, with no expectations about each other.
Sisters. This term they borrowed from the lower angels. Ones who were created by the same parents. They weren't sure they have a so-called parent. But they knew for sure that the term "sisters" suits them really well. A sibling bond came too. The love. The care. A person to talk to. A hand to help. A wing to support.
And that's the story of how the first angels came to this world
Fullbody commission and reference sheet commission for @andreamagnificent ! The character is a fan canon fusion of Pearl, Peridot and Lapis Lazuli. Her name is Larimar (originally designed by @/nerilefou)
