[b]"Oh, the cold doesn't bother me."[/b] Katiel shrugged, looking up at the tree. [b]"Besides, it's sheltered from the wind, above ground, not particularly visible from the surrounding buildings. It's a good tree..."[/b]

Katiel glanced back to Kari. He sighed slightly, sensing that he wouldn't be able to dodge the question of his name that easily.

[b]"...And my name's Katiel. Some people call me Kat: you can, if you want to... you don't [i]have[/i] to, but you can if you want to. As for where I intend to stay now, I certainly wouldn't say [i]no[/i] to hospitality if it was offered, but if that's not an option... and in truth I would rather you be cautious when strangers ask to be let in, rather than stay inside for a night... with your permission I'll probably get back into the tree."[/b]

Katiel looked back into the tree. He wasn't quite sure why he was so fond of the tree, but he was told that setting foot in creation after a long absence could create strange feelings of attachment in angels. To see the work of the creator in all its pragmatic majesty was something profoundly emotional, and it was nice to be able to live, even for a moment, in the position of a human and thereby take advantage of such natural wonders. Lost in thought, he removed his sunglasses and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes were bright, luminescent in the dark night air - silver circles of immense beauty, like the clearest moons on would ever see, which appeared to radiate an aura of faith and order. He soon put the glasses back on however, and glanced again to Kari, wondering if she had noticed.

[b]"I... ah... I don't need you to be out here with me, so if you want to get warm that's ok."[/b] he murmured. [b]"You might catch something if you're out here too long."[/b]