Grace arrived at the eastern departure point fifteen minutes early, hoping to make a good impression. Being professional seemed like the least she could do after getting assigned to this important mission.
She was the first one there.
The eastern cliff stretched before her, brilliant white marble against the endless blue sky. From here, angels answered prayers and launched themselves into the mortal realm. It was beautiful, sacred, and Grace still felt like an imposter every time she stood on it.
[I'm a turnip farmer playing angel. Any minute now, they'll figure it out and send me back to... well, I can't go back now, but you get the idea.]
She paced back and forth, checking and rechecking her simple pack. Healing supplies that Mara had provided, a change of clothes, and her rapier, which now manifested as a small golden ring on her finger when not in use. It was all very practical and sensible.
"Graaaace! We're here!"
And there went any chance of looking professional.
