fountain of affection + joining

[toboggan]

Soft paws delicately descended unto the sandy ground, his impact with the surface displacing but a humble amount of grains. Moments ago, he had been soaring through the heavens at high speeds on those glorious wings of his, making his usual rounds in the hopes of spotting an injustice he could intervene in. Marco had been operating like this for roughly five decades at this time, spreading good on behalf of the King’s King, while at the same time, in restless pursuance of someone from his past. Once that someone’s whereabouts had been discovered, it was then Marco will need to bring them up to the pearly gates, and get this situation all sorted out. However that was his business, his business alone, and it barely related to the reason why he was currently present - at first, at least. As the lynx glided through the sky, his clairvoyance had begun to wig out, strongly suggesting that he make a pit stop at this specific island before heading off. It gave him a hunch that, if he’d had interact with whatever locals lived within the isle’s reach, then the angel would find himself with great gain. Over the years, Marco had learned to trust his powerful senses, for they were God’s gift to him, and God had a greater intellect than he did.

The sand stung, though only for a moment. The angel’s head swung around, scanning for any enterprise that may be present. Activity was definitely afoot in these grounds, his instincts informed him, so it would not be long before he was found out. If they meant harm, it would not be a difficult task to dish out a serving of equality - though he wished not for that. If push came to shove, he’d simply accept it, there’d be no use to fight now if it got in the way of potential lucre for him. Eyes on the prize.