Friday Night/Saturday Morning - Davian and Ambriel OPEN
To Ambriel, this wasn't a game: the angel wasn't much of a player. He didn't want what Davian had, he just wanted to know what it was. Wanted to know what it meant. The way Davian kept it from him made Ambriel suspect that Davian knew exactly what was going on. He just didn't want to tell.
"I am not fallen," Ambriel shouted, having a bit more trouble with navigating the path. He could see in the dark well enough not to hit any trees, but it was darker on the path, the moonlight obscured by the trees. Ambriel stumbled, his frustration growing. "Why won't you show it to a teacher?" he called out. "You know what it means, don't you? Tell me!"