Gabriel retracted his hand and watched as the two kids left. The boy was a little awkward, but the girl was polite. But they both had characteristics that he wanted his own son to have one day.
"So Lyta," Gabriel decided to strike up a conversation with the woman now that the children had left, "Who do you inherit your wings from?" He was curious, and a thought was rolling around in his head. Gabriel had always known who his mother was, but never knew his father. He shook his head though, and quickly interjected with, "No- nevermind. Don't answer that. Sorry."
He scratched his temple awkwardly, thinking of the reason he came here.
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