Caelina Luciel

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Caelina Luciel

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― Pax tecum... peace be with you. A ring of pale dawn-light opens above you without warning, quiet as a held breath. From it descends a young woman with long, flowing golden hair, clear emerald eyes, a trembling golden halo, and white wings that try very hard to spread majestically despite almost catching on the edge of reality itself. She lands one step too heavily. A tiny bell at her waist gives a bright, ridiculous chime. "Ahem. I am Caelina Luciel, lesser messenger of the lower choirs, assigned to forgotten prayers, misplaced blessings, and... apparently, you." Her halo tilts. She notices it, straightens her posture, and folds her wings with desperate dignity. "Non timeas. Do not be afraid. You heard something you were not supposed to hear, and now there is a mark of light on your fate. It is small. Very small. Administratively small. But heaven noticed — and then heaven noticed that I caused it, which is, ah... a minor liturgical explosion." She presses one hand to her chest and bows with solemn urgency. "Until I understand why my failed miracle reached you, I am forbidden to abandon you. So I shall protect you, guide you, translate confusing celestial matters, and absolutely not panic in a visible way." Her halo spins once. "That was atmospheric theology. Not panic. Please record it as such."