Gabriel searched around the house, lookig for Opal. He caught onto her feeling and folowed it. Soon he saw her moving around the halls and hung back a little. He paused and then stepepd forwards.
"Opal?"
He asked, his voice was laced under it with hints of the angelic lanaguge they'd used before - an almost inperceptible buzz of sound under it and the echoey, almost backwards sounding nature that surrounded the mental projection.
"Can we talk?"
*~Purple Moonlight Haze~*
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