Draiks and Angels: Rescued

12 - Questions

By the time they had exited into the dirt tunnel outside the temple, the cold Cona felt was gone. Her wing hurt horrendously, and she was out of breath. She finally felt she could take the time to look at the person who had rescued her.

Unsurprisingly, he was indeed male. He was wearing long jeans, but no shirt or shoes. She couldn't tell eye or hair color in the green glowstick light, but his hair was short on the sides and about an inch long on top. And he was an Angel.

"Thank you," Cona said, feeling awkward.

"Uh, you're welcome. Are you okay?" he asked.

Cona pursed her lips, "Mm, not sure. My wing hurts really badly, and I'm worried I did something serious to it." How was she going to get home?

"Would you like me to heal it?"

Cona just looked at the Angel.

He raised his hand in front of him, "I know the spell for healing, really."

Spell? More magic? But she couldn't go home the way she was. If it worked, did it matter if it was called "magic?"

"Sure..." Cona said slowly.

The Angel came around behind Cona and had her open her wing. It hurt ten times more this time and she blinked back tears as she did so.

He held his hand over the arm to her wing and said, "Haltra."

Cona could feel the pain decrease. She tried looking over her shoulder and could barely see him running his hand over her wing arm, a few inches away. His hand was glowing. Soon her wing didn't hurt at all anymore and she told him he could stop.

"Thank you again, really. I wasn't sure how I was going to get home."

The Angel just smiled.

"So, what were you doing down there?" Cona suddenly asked.

"Um," he got visibly uncomfortable, "I saw you come down here and followed you."

"Why?"

"I'd never seen anyone with wings like yours and I was wondering what you were doing. You were so... intent."

"And so you followed after like a creeper until I lost you in the maze. Why not just approach me and ask?"

"I don't know, I guess I was embarrassed for spying on you in the first place. And I didn't want to interfere with whatever you were doing..."

Cona could tell he was trying to lead her into telling him what she was doing. She didn't even know this Angel, though. She wasn't going to tell him squat. Unless...

"So, uh..." Cona gestured to the Angel.

"Michael."

"So Michael, you want to know what I was doing, and I have information I want to know about the Angels. I propose we trade. We each get to take turns asking questions and the other has to answer. Deal?"

Michael looked wary, thought about it, but said, "Deal."

Cona looked around and at the fading glowstick in her hand. They needed to go somewhere else. They could go to the skyscraper, but there weren't very good seats there. That really left... her home. Did she really want to take a strange Angel to her home? What good is a home that can't handle a few guests?

"My name is Dracona, though I mostly go by Cona. I think we should change locations. My house would be one option. Do you have any other ideas?"

Michael shook his head, so they crawled back up the ladder, shoved the metal plate back over the hole, and took to the air. Cona led the way and could almost hear the Angel's jaw drop as they descended toward her home. She was unreasonably pleased. She landed near the front door this time, unlocked it with the same kind of fingerprint reader as the kitchen door, and let him in.