At first Xaria was shocked at reaction of Eliza and then
just unimpressed. ''I think she overreacted. Am I right?'' She said
nudging human next to her. To her suprise he felt it, but probably
just as shiver. But it interested her. She leaned closer to the
human, to the point where someone else would tell her something
about personal space. She smiled and got near humans ear. ''Tell me
your name!'' She screamed as loud as she could and disapoitment
came her way when human just shivered. Maybe that shiver was a bit
stronger than last one, but still nothing too noticable.
At the end she gave up of looking at human and moved outside in her
weird floating position. She has turned right side-up before she
went outside, just in case there was some nice demon she could
impress. Her eyes scaned groups of people in hope to find angel
girl. Truth to be told, she was already bored by humans and wanted
to talk to someone.
Eliza leaned away from the edge, and her back pressed
against the warm rooftop. She watched the clouds for a bit, before
closing her eyes. She covered her small body with her wings, and
felt content. She began to sing softly, her tone pretty. "No one
else was in The room where it happened. The room where it happened.
The room where it happened.No one really knows how the game is
played, The art of the trade, How the sausage gets made, We just
assume that it happens..." She sang softly.
It didn't take long to Xaria to find someone that will hear
her, but unfortunately it was one of the higher watchers. To him,
she was just distraction and she didn't like it so she continued
her search. Like all the demons, she could get bored very easly and
soon she didn't know what to do with herself. She started floating
around trying to tuch people or even posses them, but she knew it
wasn't posible because of her ranking.
At the end she realised she needed to talk to angel girl. ''It's
better than nothing.'' She mumbled and sighed. She slowly dragged
herself to shop where she thought she would find Eliza.
Eliza shifted her weight, smiling. She opened her eyes,
staring at the sky. It had begun to fade into a pink color. She
loved it. She sat up, folding her wings up softly. She watched the
clouds and colors swirl, her face tinted a light pink. She looked
to her toes, wiggling them and laughing. She began to fiddle with
her small, frail fingers. She felt her hair blow in the wind,
splitting her vision into little slices. She used her hand to tuck
a but behind her ear, sighing softly.