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It's not often that she runs into other seraph's—she's always so busy roaming the lesser travelled parts of the Glenwood continent that she almost n e v e r sees a living soul for weeks. Every once in a while she come across some humans or steer clear from a hellion, but that would be it. Contact with her own kind is rare and far between for the fire seraph.
It seems this time coming across another seraph is a BIG spectacle for her. Under normal circumstances she'd be quiet and blushing, but, considering she was just knocked out of the sky, more than just her feathers are ruffled.
"What the h e l l, man?!" Her voice is sharp and loud, easily showing off her anger. She's especially furious because she's sure a few feathers are torn from her impact with the ground. "Why'd you throw me from the sky?"
Sure, she could've been a hellion, but, couldn't he tell she's one of his kind? A indignant huff is given as she places a hand on her hip. No mind is given that she hasn't hid her wings. The man in front of her did take her away from her relaxing flight, after all.
