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the floor, the grass underneath them synthetic but soft.  She wondered what it was made of, but only for a moment, as Char reached over and clasped her hand and they watched the parachute rise and fall with the laughter and shouts of children.  It was truly magical.  She’d flown high above cities, she’d watched kings fall in love, she’d touched the hand of The Maker , but those things paled in comparison to this moment, feeling Char’s hand in hers while a dozen, joyful, dying children played with a silk parachute all around them. 
     
    It filled her with such feeling, it was almost too much to bear, as if she couldn’t quite contain it.  She turned her head to look at Char and saw he was looking at her, not up at the parachute.  Smiling, she squeezed his hand, the clamor of little feet coming toward them and receding again and again, the parachute rising and falling with the wind. 
     
    “What do you think it would be like to have a body?” she wondered aloud, searching his face with her eyes.  It wasn’t the first time she’d thought about it, but it was the first time she’d wondered it aloud.  She’d never even said that to Jari before.  “To be flesh and blood?”
     
    Char inched closer, so they were face-to-face, forehead-to-forehead.  His eyes, this up close, were electrifying, as if he could touch her with his gaze alone.  Their arms and hips touched, and everywhere they met, it felt warm, soft, like she was melting into him, losing herself.  Angels were all a part of The Maker —individual, yes, with different functions, but not like humans—so they had a sort of non-specific quality about them. 
     
    But Muriel had always felt a little different, apart from the rest.  She wasn’t like Jari or Barbie or Ami.  She enjoyed her job, she was just as exhilarated when she hit her target as anyone else, but for her, there had always been something missing.  There was something else out there, she was sure of it. 
     
    Now, looking into Char’s dark eyes, she thought, maybe, she’d found it at last. 
     
    “I’ve wondered,” he admitted, speaking softly.  “The human experience must be so intense.”
     
    “It seems so.” She smiled, listening to the children giggling, the pound of their feet echoing as they ran, out of breath, to the center and back again.  “Life seems like such a big, painful, exhilarating, amazing mess.”
     
    “I know.” He reached over to touch her cheek as the parachute came low again, the children ducking under the edge, giggling as they created their own silk tent.  “I want it too.”
     
    Had he read her mind? It seemed so, the way his eyes searched hers, the longing in them reaching into her and touching something new, something altogether undiscovered.  She’d spent so long doing the same things, day in and day out, safe and secure in the knowledge that everything was the way it should be, even if sometimes things didn’t work out the way she hoped, but meeting this seraphim had changed all that. 
     
    “Thank you.” She reached up to press his hand against her cheek, wanting his touch.  It made her feel things she didn’t understand, couldn’t even quite comprehend.  The closest she could come, in her imagination, was the feeling she got when she pulled her bow, that sweet anticipation in the moments before she let the arrow fly.  But this was more than that.  Far more. 
     
    “I’m falling, Muriel,” he confessed, his voice was close, but far away at the same time.  “I don’t understand.”
     
    “Me too.” She nodded, the delicate, almost gauzy material of the parachute brushing her cheek, their hands.  “It’s like plummeting straight at the ground with no wings at all.”
     
    “Scary?” He trailed his hand down her neck, over her shoulder, his fingers brushing her folded wings. 
     
    “Exciting.” It was.  Beyond words, beyond expression, beyond feeling altogether.  It gave her something she hadn’t even