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Silver eyes watched tanned hands work away at the ropes. A final yank and she done her check for the lofty act of Ty, the aerial acrobat. The motions were ingrained in her; she could have been doing this in her sleep. But this time, she made sure that each and every single knot and weight were triple checked and accounted for; for what she had seen earlier that day had set her ill at ease. Perhaps the high strung sensitivities of her Lady Co-ordinator, Calista had rubbed off on her.

And it was a good thing too.

Vol had asked the final questions and Mr. Seil not only answered all questions with no more than stern reassuring voice and a symbolic wave of the hand, but still CeCi, and undoubtedly many others were not satisfied with the answers. Especially when CeCi's angellic sister had taken leave, so abruptly and with creased brow. Did not anyone else sense the reason Rosalina took leave? Did they not see the golden cut out in the darkened sky?

Where the Darkness Knelt only there was only the absence of Light. Obviously. But the saying was playing out before them. Did they not know what it meant? And why was no answer demanded from the 'Master? Because... the show must go on. Simple. And just as simply, the ones taken were not of great value like ones such as Ty, Crow, Red, the self-indudging Vol and its mirrored twin... yes, even Andracos and its lackeys were of great importance.

Who were the ones taken? Did it matter? Nay, and again nay with a promise. For they were of little importance for the show to go on. They could be missing and the Carnival would still be able to continue with minimal impedance. Nay, they did not matter.

Just like if CeCi would go missing it would not matter; the show must go on.

What of Grog? Ever trudging, ever labouring for the 'Master, sealed in his fate, yet friendly and, to CeCi, uplifting all the same?

But however true that may be, the Lady Co-ordinator, Calista the Witch of White Magics... that one was of true importance whether said aloud with gratitude or not.

And for that matter what of the Angel of Mercy( at least in Cellci's eyes, Rosalina was called), how important was she?

All of them were of the utmost importance to CeCi. Important enough to break her own vows and bring her further away from Cellci's beloved Weeping Angel that turned to stone, yet again. If she went missing... no one would miss her, save for Grog, it was true. But that would never stop her from being Celleci. Never. Nay, and yet again with a promise to break another self-imposed vow.

Did Celleci understand that doing such a thing would bring her closer to that which she abhorred; she would lessen herself and see that she was what everyone else could see yet she could only deny? That she was actually corr--

“Nevermind,” said the angel neath her breath as she turned to check upon the other workers and their progress.

“Ladies and lords of the rigging and Lighting crew, to Celleci then,” she announced, not restraining a single note of her accented voice from the Azure, “if you are sure you have double checked all your endevours... then that is not enough. Check again. Should Ty find harm to herself. Should anything be amiss. Should anything other than a breath-taking and an awe-inspiring performance be the result of the Aerial Elementalist... or any other performer that you have provided back-breaking service for that matter... should anything less than that standard come to pass, you do know that you will not answer to this angel alone.

The 'Master expects nothing less than perfection. We will never disappoint. We will never let any fall. Not a single one. Not by our endeavours. Aye?”

“Aye, Celleci!”

“This one does not believe your words, fair crew, for you have not yet triple checked your endeavours...” CeCi said sternly. Then she jerked her head, stating without words for them to get to work.

A simple bow from each. No grumbles at all even though some of their eyes held questions that their tongues dared not ask of the angel.

Celleci watched as they went about their work, stern lines for lips, creased brows and urgent hands and bodies working with all their worth. Tonight's success was penultimate. Tonight's success would be response loud and clear to those responsible for acts that would raise the ire of an angel, a female Guardian Angel transcendent with a new cause:

“You will not break us,” she said under her breath as silver eyes flashed something more than righteousness, “you will not.”

~

Earlier, moments after the crowd at the meeting dispersed, she found each of them alone. Slender yet toned caramel coloured arms had reached behind her and deftly picked apart the buttons that clasped from nape to mid-back. When she felt righteousness, the wings she had grown, the ones she was born with, glowed into existence. But in this moment, the ones they had never seen, the ones she had earned in the War for the Truths and the Lies erupted from her tensed and arched back; Golden wings.

The wings of an ArchAngel.

Her glow, her halo, drove outward like the birth of a star, from her mind, body, and soul, her every ounce of being, piercing the eyes of the onlookers and receivers of precious, vow-breaking gifts.

~Grog~ [+]

~Calista~ [+]

~Ty~ [+]

~Rosalina~ [+]

~

When all was ready, and they received the official nod from the Lady-Co-ordinator, off went her brown tweed three and one-quarter length jacket. A single intake of crisp early evening air. An exhale of breath from a creature of the purity in the Azure.

“Very well... Ladies! In place? Lords! Pull then! Let us Light it up!!!”

A huge grunt in unison from the males as they pulled the ropes to lift up the ladies and the set of hundreds of mirrors facing mirrors went up, a sigh from the ladies as the light of her halo shone forth and hit the mirrors they turned to the sky.

Regardless of the slight dim 'quality' of her Light, this angel still burned with righteous vim and vigor as she stood there clutching an item at her side; an item that very few had ever seen her wield, if at all. In a few minutes the 'stand-in' light source would take her place, but as of now, this was CeCi's rightful place.

The spotlights swept the sky as the music rose in crescendo, marking the De'Seil Carnival as the new centrepiece of the lands, and marking the temptations of wonder and awe for those that would be gathered here to witness a princess kissed, visions of the future... and wishes granted. The Lights swirling above them from the halo of an angel, a very female and a very readied one with a special rarely seen item clutched at her breast.

“You will not break us. You will not. Not now. Not ever...” she whispered. A pause. A sharp inhale of breath, then:

Celleci raised her broken sword to the heavens in defiance against the wills of those with malicious intent upon her sworn protected and her glow intensified if only to send a message to whatever Kneels in midst of the De'Seil Carnival.

“...Roll up, roll up cherry and all...”

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