The Celestial Banquet, Part Three

Grace woke up before dawn, the medallion still warm against her skin. The vision from last night replayed in her mind on an endless loop. All those angels with their strange blue-purple auras, following that woman with steel-gray hair.

[I need answers. NOW.]

She threw on a simple white tunic and headed out to find Celestia, marching onwards like a tiny hurricane.

No training today, no etiquette lessons (at least, as long as she could avoid Venus), just the truth.

The halls of the Dominion were eerily quiet this early. She figured most angels were either on duty in the mortal realm or still resting. Grace's footsteps echoed as she-

"Looking for someone?" a voice asked.

"EEP!" 

Grace turned to find a small angel with blue hair and blue wings. She recognized her vaguely.

Meridian, from the Ascended Choir. They'd never actually spoken before.

"Um, y-yes. Celestia. Have you seen her?"