Still holding his hand they gently touch his hair as he leans his head in for a breather. Close up the angel smells of crisp mornings at the promise of spring's new flowers, spice and the heady sweetness of fruit.

They gratefully take the plush and spend a moment observing the craftsmenship, color and texture of the fabrics. Then Phenex smiles. "We may have made each other more beautiful, but I prefer the flowers to stay where they are growing."


The mindset was one shared by many of the angels when it came to picked flowers, though they all did pick them now and then. "Fortunate that them man taking me to dinner is handsome enough to not look shabby at my side."

That was pure flirting that brought a twinkle of mischief to the angel's eyes.