<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f3/Lebhannah_is_panty.jpg)</div>Name: Lebhannah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269765.msg13308946#msg13308946)<br/>Time: Day 1 Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: Open<br/>Notes/Warnings: None<br/><hr/><br/>Nervous. She had not been nervous mingling with demons or taking it up the ass, but she was nervous now. In this austere gothic architecture there were echoes of home. Everything was a little bit off- there were no portholes to the sky for her to arrive as God intended, for one, and the whole structure of the castle had a very immobile quality so unlike the cathedrals in the sky that it was giving her motionless sickness. Seeing buttresses without the rocking of the clouds and passing through vaulted naves which neither tipped nor undulated struck her as unnatural, like standing on the deck of a beached ship. Lebhannah waited for the lurch which never came. Still, it wasn't this which made her nervous.<br/><br/>"I am here," she told her handlers, the righteous awaiting judgement. This was what made her nervous. Coming to Ecchi Island under false pretense to get her sin on before angel graduation came with a big caveat: what happened on Ecchi Island needed to stay on Echhi Island. Being so reminded of the stuffy convents of home while exposed to quarter moons in her linen skivvies, allowing herself to be blindfolded and led into what sounded eerily like the strict convent dorter put butterflies in her stomach. As she sat and arranged her arms ramrod straight to her bare legs, she needed to remind herself that she was not back home at Sacred Heart Celestial College, and Archangel Michael was not about to knock her all the way back to Neophyte Luminare.<em>So far as she knew. </em><br/><br/>Lebhannah felt the air with her great white feathers. A member of staff came to whisper something to her, and she agreed, under the spirit of this game of secrecy, to have her wings bound lightly. Unable to see, unable to fly, Lebhannah screwed her mouth, swiveled her sandals, squeezed her knees. All told, she would much rather be in full command.