[Inias has never actually seen the Garden -- well, he supposes that's untrue. From a distance, he has, but allowed entry? Never. He's always sort of been on the bottom of the angelic totem pole of power and while he doesn't really mind that, he had always wanted to see. And for an angel whose job is Creation, the sight of a slice of the Garden of Eden is a little overwhelming.
He kind of stares at it, a bit dumbly, before he tentatively steps forward to touch the tree with the tips of his fingers, almost as if he's going to break it if he applies too much pressure.]
This is the closest to our Father that many of us will ever be.
[It's said finally, a bit muttered at the realization, and Inias withdraws his hand to let out a long breath, crossing his arms in order to do something with them.]
You have a piece of original Creation in your backyard.
[He finally looks over at Gadreel, with a slight frown.]
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He kind of stares at it, a bit dumbly, before he tentatively steps forward to touch the tree with the tips of his fingers, almost as if he's going to break it if he applies too much pressure.]
This is the closest to our Father that many of us will ever be.
[It's said finally, a bit muttered at the realization, and Inias withdraws his hand to let out a long breath, crossing his arms in order to do something with them.]
You have a piece of original Creation in your backyard.
[He finally looks over at Gadreel, with a slight frown.]
You do not want it?
[IT'S SO NICE :(]