Who: Serena and Lucien What: A chance encounter When: Whenever Where: Not far from where she is staying Warnings: Not likely, but will edit as necessary
With some time off from the infirmary, Lucien decided to get in some air time. He really liked flying - preferred it to teleportation if the truth be known. Being a strong flyer had saved him more than once before he left the lower realm. There were other things that could fly, things that would have happily devoured him if he wasn't at first able to outfly, and later, as he gained knowledge after he was cast out, outfight in the air. Aerobatics required constant practice to keep in shape, keep his reflexes honed, even if there didn't seem to be much around any more that would consider him a tasty meal. Still, he belted on his sword and his two angel-killing daggers, just in case.Not that he planned on picking a fight, but you never knew when one of Michael's army of avenging angels might show up.
It wasn't hard for him to get out of the prison. He just slipped the rest of himself into that slightly out of reality place he usually kept his wings and walked out the front gate when somebody else was coming in. A short walk to a nearby clearing in the woods, and he phased back into reality, spread his wings, and took to the air. Some angels claimed to be as quiet as an owl when they flew. Nothing with a wingspan like his could be totally silent, but there really wasn't that much noise when he took off.
He spent several hours working out on the top side of the clouds, just giving his wings a good stretch. Then he went down to the bottom fo the clouds, where he could see out through the mist, but it would be hard to spot him. With almost a 40-foot spread of wings that were black at the root, fading to charcoal at the tips of his flight feathers, it was hard to mistake him for a bird if anyone got a clear look, but Lucien wanted to get a look at the area surrounding the prison. It was then that he spotted a human woman - an angel could tell - seeming by herself. She was blond and pretty, well dressed and wearing what looked like shoes totally impractical for a zombie apocalypse. Curiosity aroused, he went into a stoop, wings folded back in a V, dropping rapidly to treetop height. There, he threw both wings to maximum extension to brake his speed, and settled to the ground about fifty feet away from her. Much closer and the wind from his wings that ruffled her hair and clothes would have knocked her to the ground. No sense in being impolite.
"Hi there," he said with a smile as he furled his wings. No sense in taking them out of view now, after all. "Lost in the woods?"