[Urgh, humans. Really. Frustration mounting, Dezel grits his teeth and adjusts his hat. Meanwhile, the floor beneath his feet trembles slightly, briefly, reflecting his less than pleasant mood. The sensation is a little startling for the seraph, in that he's still adjusting to this "emotions affect things" part of this new world. It doesn't help that he's of wind, not of earth. To have the ground react to him is...strange.]
I'm still standing here. You just don't have enough spiritual resonance to see me.
[And speaking of a breeze? Have one in a brief gust. Right in the face.]
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I'm still standing here. You just don't have enough spiritual resonance to see me.
[And speaking of a breeze? Have one in a brief gust. Right in the face.]