Somewhere in the background Briony could hear someone talking. And she guessed they were kind of close, but she wasn’t bothered. She wasn’t getting that funny feeling that she got from angelics – which she seemed to feel from way away when an actual angel was somewhere near – so she didn’t think she had any reason to be. It wasn’t like angelics even bothered her, really. She just got left with this huge urge to plant her hands either side of their face and not let go until she had pushed them as far as they could go. When she thought about it, she had pushed some people pretty damn far. Or she thought she had. Her nine year old demonic pride insisted upon it. This other person – whoever they were – seemed to be nothing worth fussing about though, so she continued her hunt for something new to do to follow up her round of pat-a-cake with the floor. Which hadn’t been all that interesting, but she just liked sitting around all these legionaries. Maybe she could make a leash to take one home with her? Or – oh! – maybe she could feed them like at the petting zoo! A real big petting zoo with the best type of animals ever. Yeah, they were sort of people-shaped, but that bit didn’t matter.
With a jerk, Briony straightened up, her whole face crumpling as her nose wrinkled and tried to take everything else with it. She was about to turn and glare at one of the other demons for breathing that death-breath on her like that when she realised the other person who she hadn’t been worried about might be the one who was now standing in front of her. Lingering bad smell aside, her expression immediately fell into something much more interested when she realised that the lady was the exact opposite of an angel. She thought maybe she wanted to be that tall when she grew up. It was fun getting away with murder and everything, but she wanted to reach the top cabinet without unfurling her wings. “School field trips suck,” Briony stated with a fair amount of passion. “This is way better than the zoo or the stupid museum.” Okay, so she’d liked the part of the museum that had the bones in, but only because she’d managed to convince part of the class that they’d come to life. “Didn’t need a permission slip either. Rachel’s gonna pitch a fit. Maybe literally.” She grinned and pushed herself up off of the floor, brushing off her hands on her dress. “I’m Briony. Who’re you?” The next questions on her tongue were what are you? and then how old are you? – in order of importance.