Good Angel by A. M. Blaushild

Author:A. M. Blaushild [Blaushild, A. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-21T22:00:00+00:00

Iofiel awoke when Maalik landed near her, the gusts from his wings tossing her hair over her face. She sat up slowly, only for Maalik to immediately pull her by the wrist to her feet.

She did her best to recapture her previous feelings towards him: “We need to talk.”

“Yeah, obviously. Can you do something about your hair? I’m not sure human hair dye comes in that shade, and we need to lie low.”

“...About us.” Iofiel combed through her hair with her best show of irritation, doing her best to alter the shade. It’d been augmented by Amriel, an Ophan, and while she was getting better at feeling magic, she didn’t know quite how to change it.

Eventually Maalik sighed and did it himself in three strokes, changing her hair to a simple shade of light brown. “We’ll handle it there. They don’t listen too hard around humans.” That ‘they’ could have been anyone, really— Iofiel got the gist, and was frustrated the thought hadn’t occurred to her. Of course if you’re going to sort out icky relationship questions you do it out of school bounds! Of course Maalik had known this!

Did this make her wrong? Well, it certainly made her feel pointless, but he’d been rude either ways, so she decided she’d still tell him this later.

They departed after a quick illusion spell (which Maalik insisted she participate in casting, even though she was utter rubbish at it). He seemed to know the way, and it was a short flight before they touched down in a driveway about a block off from the sports field. Maalik’s illusion hadn’t quite been a full invisibility spell, but rather a ‘hey, no one look up for a while, okay?’ sort of trick, which made them look kind of like birds, maybe like a cloud. After making sure they wouldn’t come off as too suspicious, Maalik dropped the spell, shoved his hands in his pockets, and headed out.

The soccer pitch was a couple turns down the road, a wide green field with a couple benches on the side for viewing, and a good handful of attendees. The match seemed to already be on, and Maalik and Iofiel climbed up the bleachers to sit near the top left. Half the stands were filled with humans wearing shades of green and white, presumably to match their team’s colors. There were several demons around where they sat, well disguised, but none had bothered to color match the dark blue of their team.

Speaking of, the Uni seemed to be called ‘Wolfcrest University’ among the humans, a name which Iofiel thought was pretty tacky.

The game was simple, it turned out. Kick a ball from one side to the other. Salem was actually good at it, often wrestling control of the ball from the other team. He played defensively, and it took about half an hour before either team scored, but at least Iofiel had a firm understanding of the rules by then.

Maalik hadn’t really spoken to her yet. Sometimes she said ‘oh!’ or ‘look at that ball go!’, and he would go ‘wow’ or ‘sure’.

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