"I guess I was just fortunate," Uriel said amusedly. "...Well, so actually I just headed towards the closest angelic aura. That wouldn't exactly help me in finding my way out of the manor, now would it?"

He spread his wings as wide as they only would go, a huge soft barrier of pristinely white feathers. Far as he knew, they weren't exceptionally large, but still somewhat more sizable than those of an average angel. The sunlight felt warm on his wings, coaxing out some subtle shades of green from the previously pure whiteness.