Everything The Sun Touches

He smiled and sat back as Aurielle quested forward, nose to the ground. He waited contentedly as she explored and took in the smells of those she would someday lead and serve. Of course, some of them might not be around by the time she rose to the seat of Archangel, but he hoped they would be.

Her observations sparked an amused chuckle in his chest and he answered easily, "Is iad na baill eile den phacáiste iad. Tá roinnt mhaith againn, agus is é do Mhór uncail Castiel ceann acu." He grinned, though she was still so busy sniffing he knew she wouldn’t see the expression.

As she reached the boulder and announced her next observation, he rose, chuckling again and padding over to her small form, bending to swipe a gentle, loving kiss over her muzzle. "Is é sin toisc go bhfuil sé seo nuair a shuífidh mé le linn cruinnithe pacáiste agus uaireanta déanann sé troid ar cheachtanna oiliúna. Is mise an ceannaire, agus cuireann sé ina shuí anseo cabhrú liom aghaidh a thabhairt ar an bpacáiste - is féidir le gach duine é a fheiceáil, is féidir le gach duine éisteacht a thabhairt orm."

He opened his jaws and gently lifted her to the top of the boulder, hopping up beside her to sit, facing out to the clearing, grinning down at her. "Is é an Archangel mé anois, ach tá sé inniu ann go mbainfidh tú suas anseo, rud a fhágann go léir."