Angel

Making her way to the snake she leaned over and looked at their face, "Hello." 

"Oh, goodness." She heard the snake say in the deepest voice she has ever heard, "You scared me." 

The Spirit turned around to look at her, "Hello, may I help you?" 

"Are you, Angel?" She asked, looking at his glitter-filled eyebrows and eye shadow. Eyes shining like the rhinestone from his tail and hair every shade of the colour chart.

"Yes." He said, smiling softly at her, "What can I do for you?" 

"Oh, I just want to ask you something. You look so pretty." She suddenly blurts out, quickly covering her mouth. "Sorry, I am never this unprofessional." 

"Don't worry about I do like being complimented." He said, slithering to the chairs there, "Do sit, I can have tea served." 

"Oh, no. There is no need." She said, picking up a doll in her hands. This doll looks like someone she knows. Those red eyes and black hair. "Noa?"