Hidden behind a piler a dark hair girl stood, something clutched in her hand... "Not long now." she whispered to herself but no real words came out only the sounds of wind. It was how they spoke in heaven, in winds. Her smoky pale green eyes scanned the room as she waited for someone to come. Fiddling with the something in her hand she bit the inside of her cheek.
"Jahava." a loud wind spoke up from behind her. Jahava turned and bowed her head, eye closed as she was supposed to show this angel respect. He was God's second child, Jewnen. His older brother had been sent down the earth a while ago but to heal instead of hurt. "Yes, Jewnen?" Jahava asked with a hint of bitterness in her wind voice. "What," he said nastily, you could see the wind coming out of his mouth witch meant his tone was cold. "are you doing in the temple?" Jahava glared at the ground, still not lifting her head. Her hair covered her face but Jewnen saw her eyes narrow and he narrowed his own. "Don't." he whispered, the wind around him started swirling showing that he was ready to kill. Jahava couldn't be killed again but Jewnen could still harm her enough to get her sent to the healing house were only the unworthy went.
"I won't, Jewnen, don't worry your tiny brain." Jahava's words hadn't hurt Jewnen in anyway but they had ripped at his insides. Jahava showed what was clutched in her hand. A human knife. Jewnen didn't move but his face had changed from ready to kill to scared. "Were did you get that?" he asked urgetly. "You /know/ that us angel's are not allowed human tools!" Jahava didn't really care if it was a human thing or not, she wanted to burn Jewnen.