Children of the Angel

Daman sat watching as Aleksander stood in front of him. His shoulders tightened and his jaw clenched and Daman was questioning what he was seeing. His whole torso suddenly went completely taut; he stood frozen, rigid. Suddenly, the slightest sound like a tear of paper, so quiet it was barely audible and then there was a noise that sounded like feathers ruffling and moving together. Something black rose over Sander’s head and then unfolded out into two feet in width and the longest feathers -at least five feet-, the shortest -at two feet- closest to his back. His wings stood tall and wide and glistened in the light like a crows’ would. It was then that Daman knew he was in the presence of a Child of the Goddess.