"Angelicallynessness? Child, what in the world are you saying?" She sighed, pressing her hand to her forehead. "I can't believe no one teaches their children to talk nowadays." She clicked her tongue before sliding her sword from it's scabbard as a silver helm and wrist guards formed on her skin, two dark ash gray wings spreading from her back. "Speak why you are hear before I split you head to toe."
"Skylar!" A voice shamed her. A small girl stepped out from a cluster of trees, her dark blue hair held back in a braid. She skipped to the angel, her crimson eyes shining slightly, small leathery wings tucked to her shoulders. "Sorry for my friend," she said with a smile. "She's a bit grouchy this close to the territory's edge."