Zauriel swoops soundlessly through the halls, landing at the entrance to the meeting room and heading in with a bounce to his stride. He is unarmored and he still looking rather battered from recent events. Despite this, he is practically glowing. It's not unusual to feel a sense of joy and goodwill when around Zauriel, but now the emotions all but radiate from the beatifically smiling angel.
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Date: 2006-08-16 09:22 pm (UTC)