She smiled when he came down but took a cautionary step back, not sure how safe he was to have near. She was happy though to see that yes, he was real and, yes, he was in fact a heâ€¦ as far as she could tell. A little intimidating in appearance, especially with that lance in hand but she couldnâ€™t really talk since she usually had her ax swung over her back. In fact, she ought to take it out at some point soon. She always traveled with it in her bag, it wouldnâ€™t do to impale herself after all, but she didnâ€™t like to go walking about unarmed. She was sad to say it, but the world, any world, could be a dangerous placeâ€¦<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t seem too dangerous though, his eyes were nice.<br/><br/>She smiled a little wider and opened her mouth to reply with something like<span style="font-style: italic">I canâ€™t quite control where it drops me</span>but the words stuck in her throat as he put the lance away and spread his wings.<br/><br/>She staggered back a little, blinked once, twice, three times, rubbed her mystified hazel eyes, looked at his wings, then back at him with wonder, opened her mouth, closed it again.<br/><br/>He was very shiny. And beautiful. Very shiny and beautifulâ€¦ was that odd to think? Eh, it was in her head, she could be as weird as she wanted in there.<br/><br/>Still speechless she listened to his introduction and then stayed quiet a few moments after. Sheâ€™d been to countless worlds, met countless people and creatures, but she had never once come across an angel and had hardly ever met with such a formal introduction.<br/><br/>She wondered how offended he would be if she didnâ€™t reply in kind, had he just said he was the son of a god? That put her dad's job to shame but she decided that she didnâ€™t want to know what would and wouldn't offend him and would instead try her best to imitate him, though she certainly didnâ€™t have wings of her own to spread or as illustrious a title.<br/><br/>With a sheepish voice she started â€œwell, itâ€™s nice to meet you Codamâ€  and was glad her voice sounded normal instead of awestruck.<br/><br/>â€œMy nameâ€™s Lolita Ester but uh, since Iâ€™ve found that itâ€™s got some negative connotations in other worlds and whens I mostly go by Lola." She flushed a little and looked down "Iâ€™m the daughter of Mike the lumberjack and uhâ€¦" the flush deepened but a thoughtful look came over her "I donâ€™t think thereâ€™s an official name for what I am. Iâ€™ve been called a lot of things actually, an empowered human, a time scribe, a chroniclerâ€¦ Someone even called me the mistress of portals onceâ€¦ Donâ€™t think he was all together thoughâ€ she laughed. â€œAnd uh, to answer your other question, Iâ€™ve got not a clue.â€<br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulders casually and brushed at her messy brown bangs, the flush lessening a little now that the introduction was over now what she was stating was fact, and not at all embarrassing. â€œSee, I donâ€™t have much control over where I go when I travel. I can do it almost any time, but I donâ€™t get to decide where I end upâ€¦ A little trouble someâ€ she sighed.<br/><br/>â€œGuessing you donâ€™t know either?â€