“Wait 'til you see
what the left can do,” Fiona replies, preparing to strike again,
when she realises that her left arm is being restrained by a hand.
There is no body, or creature of any kind, attached to the hand, it's
just there. Looking closely, she sees that it's propelled by two
tiny little wings on either side of the stump of the wrist.
“I don't think so,”
the Angel says. “Once, well some might say I deserved it. But not
twice, not in my court, surrounded by all these fine ideas. Now,
will you take a seat?”
A second disembodied
hand grabs her right arm, two more take her feet, and suddenly she's
being lifted off the ground, into a seated position, with more hands
moving to support her.
