At least this girl knows how to smile, I can say that. That is, until her tongue decides to flail out of her mouth, and her paws decide to flop around on the ground in some awkward puppy dance. Was I ever like this before? Was this even possible? No, I was never like this. I was always the perfection that I am. I know I am Azrael's favorite, and I was Heyel's favorite too. I am the only one they trust to actually do their hair properly, and I am the only one they know that actually cares about appearances on their level. Heyel last told me that he expects greatness from me, and he expected me to teach everyone about proper hair care. Well? Here I am, doing the work of Gods because we all know Zaphkiel will not teach his children the right thing.

She nudges the flowers closer to my feet and I manage an graceful smile, yet I do not...allow them to touch my silver paws speckled with white. The girl seems overly...proud of her accomplishment of carrying flowers all the way over here. Is it really that hard? They are flowers for god's sake, not a whole moose...not that I would try to do either. I get Father to do all the hunting for me.

"Well, they are mildly aesthetically pleasing, thank you, I guess," I say in a somewhat friendly voice. I was never the best with children, I knew this coming here. I knew that they would be young and feeble minded, and covered in dirt because they live with trees. Evil. Trees. But I move on to our first lesson already, teaching her how to properly wag a tail without looking like a complete idiot incapable of self control. I let my prussian blue eyes fall to the girl, observing her technique, and my eyes are drawn to what her...eyes do, how they crinkle in thought and I resist every urge I have to not sigh. Her tongue comes out of her mouth again as she wags, is this real life? How is this ever going to work?

"Dar- darling your tongue, you...you have to put it in your mouth and...and your brows stop doing that," I say, although I do see that she does manage to give a few wags without moving her bum, and giving me that...cute puppy look as she looks back to me for some sort of approval, and an immediate failure once she does so. Life is hard. Life is so hard.

"Okay, yes, you did it, and that is good but you have to keep your tongue in and don't scrunch your face or you might wrinkle it forever, and you have to not wag your behind all the time, you see? You see you are doing it now, and... Oh, oh hi there," I say, my mouth...going off as normal until the sight of another young girl who comes to us. She is another of Zaphkiel's children, I can tell immediately, she looks almost exactly like Andromeda, besides that she doesn't but still. I give nod to the girl, observing how we have very similar blue eyes. She is much more shy than the one who brought me flowers, but perhaps she will have more control over her bum.

"Greetings, Asariel, I am your Aunt Celeste, now stand up a bit more straight, put your shoulders back, you look just like your grandmother, you know that?" I remark, my eyes not allowed to linger on the white faced girl too long, and really, we do practically share eyes so she must have potential, but it is Zaphkiel who comes into sight now, and my eyes lift to see him and his...completely unkept and dirty coat. This. This is exactly why I am here. My face is etched in a disappointment and frustration.

"Zaphkiel, your pelt is exactly why I had to come here, to give you children a chan-hey!" I yell, as there is suddenly another puppy around, one that I think is supposed to be white but has transformed himself into a hideous monster. I push back just as Astraea moves, one single paw of mine getting violated by the boy, Vort or something stupid name like that, and I find I am spared any more torture by the girl. I look at my paw in disgust, shaking off the dirt and immediately licking at it lifting to my muzzle as Astraea distracts the boy. Well...better her than me.

"What the hell, Zaphkiel, have you taught him any manners? Any grooming techniques at all? You ALLOW him to run around like this, shaming our family? Azrael would have a heart attack, Heyel might just fall over dead, come on!" I say harshly, towards Zaphkiel only- because obviously it is all his fault for not teaching his children the proper way.