Mereida was cleaning her mane while thinking of her grandmother when the watcher asked her something."How is it, then, that your grandfather hated you for being what you are, and yet, your grandmother didn't?"
War has wondered that as well when she answered."My grandfather was a demon who had mated with a human woman. Course being hell spawned, meant that he hated any and all angels to begin with. My mother was result of that union and well, I was the result of the one she had with St. Micheal the Archangel."
The sprite nodded while watching her tend the fire while the horseman was getting Ruin ready to settle down for the night. As more of the story came out, she felt like she was losing her soul somehow, and yet, she felt safer with War around.
War contemplated what was said and mused how she survived as long as she did among the humans when they both felt a kinship with each other. As the days wore on, they knew that the council would not approve of their forbidden love, but it didn't bother either one of them what so ever.
One day, there was a meeting and she was asked to attend it as well and she did. She found a place to sit and tend to some of her stitching while remaining within listening distance in case the council has any questions for her to answer.
Death noted that she was young, about a few years younger then War when the sprite mentioned to the council,"She is quite the special young angel. She helps keep War's temper in check better then I ever could. So, I propose that they remain together while I rejoin my kindred and listen for any information that might actually help both you and the Horsemen."
The council considered it for several moments when they agreed with the watcher's proposal with full hearted agreement. As did the four Horsemen. And the others met her as well.