Actually, that raised an interesting question of what China's soul looked like when her magic was active. And what it looked like when it didn't. Solomon actually felt faintly apprehensive about that; she'd lost her magic looking upon the Almighty, after all.
"It will be a difficult task, I'm sure," he said dryly as he held out his hands and waited for Tanith to put her arm under one and Fletcher to take the other, "but fairly mundane, all things considered." Given everything else? Making sure he didn't fall in love with China Sorrows was impossibly mundane. He smirked to himself, imagining her reaction to that.
"Oh, by the way, better close your eyes, Sol," Rafe called out, and Solomon barely had time to do so before Fletcher Renn whisked them away. He was glad the Archangel did, and exasperated there wasn't more forewarning, because even with his eyes closed the medley of colour and sensations rushing past them was beyond disorienting. His feet hit ground and he stumbled, his sense of direction--and gravity--for a moment lost. He remained still for a moment to recollect his balance.
Nothing like shadowwalking. Nothing like angel-flight, either. "A bit of warning next time, perhaps," he said, his tone a little strained, and cautiously opened his eyes with a blink. The difference in surroundings was jarring, if only because there were fewer souls nearby. "Whereabouts are we?"
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"It will be a difficult task, I'm sure," he said dryly as he held out his hands and waited for Tanith to put her arm under one and Fletcher to take the other, "but fairly mundane, all things considered." Given everything else? Making sure he didn't fall in love with China Sorrows was impossibly mundane. He smirked to himself, imagining her reaction to that.
"Oh, by the way, better close your eyes, Sol," Rafe called out, and Solomon barely had time to do so before Fletcher Renn whisked them away. He was glad the Archangel did, and exasperated there wasn't more forewarning, because even with his eyes closed the medley of colour and sensations rushing past them was beyond disorienting. His feet hit ground and he stumbled, his sense of direction--and gravity--for a moment lost. He remained still for a moment to recollect his balance.
Nothing like shadowwalking. Nothing like angel-flight, either. "A bit of warning next time, perhaps," he said, his tone a little strained, and cautiously opened his eyes with a blink. The difference in surroundings was jarring, if only because there were fewer souls nearby. "Whereabouts are we?"