The contact is enough to steady them both and Gadreel limps inside with Balthazar, taking in the overturned shelves, scattered bags and bits of humanity left behind in what must have been utter chaos. How many people had tried to find shelter in here? How many left in despair?
At least the store is quiet, the only sounds were of birds and feathers ruffling high in the rafters. No immediate danger and that's the important part - shelter. "Everything that falls to human will likely fall to us. Eating. Sleeping. The need for shelter and safety."
Gadreel twists his wrist and the stolen silver sword lands in his palm with a satisfying slap. "We are not defenseless." It's not much, but it's a start.
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Date: 2015-02-21 08:19 pm (UTC)At least the store is quiet, the only sounds were of birds and feathers ruffling high in the rafters. No immediate danger and that's the important part - shelter. "Everything that falls to human will likely fall to us. Eating. Sleeping. The need for shelter and safety."
Gadreel twists his wrist and the stolen silver sword lands in his palm with a satisfying slap. "We are not defenseless." It's not much, but it's a start.