[Garry's just walking around, kicking the odd pebble with his boot and pulling random little pieces of twigs he's found on him from his last attempt at flight, when he hears something.]
[Of course, the angel senses help with things, especially with hearing oncoming enemies, but this doesn't sound at all like an angel. He changes direction towards where he heard it, black wings held taut behind him, as he slowly approaches the tree and looks up.]
[And is promptly surprised by who it was. Hey, wasn't that-?]
time for the angel fashion police, martel
[Of course, the angel senses help with things, especially with hearing oncoming enemies, but this doesn't sound at all like an angel. He changes direction towards where he heard it, black wings held taut behind him, as he slowly approaches the tree and looks up.]
[And is promptly surprised by who it was. Hey, wasn't that-?]
Martel?!