When I walk in the front door I can hear Michael and my dad talking from inside the living room. I walk into the living room and hand Michael his drink.
"What you two talking about?" I ask as I plop down beside Michael on the couch.
"We are talking about your encounter with your professor at school today." Dad looks at me with concern in his eyes.
"Why is that?" I ask simply before taking a sip of my pop.
"I am worried about how she reacted to your wings is all, growing up with you, we've all become accustomed to your wings and have never thought there was anything special about them, but then your professor gets one glance at them and she is completely blown away as if you are far from normal." Michael gives me my answer and then he looks to my dad again with a bit frustration playing on his face.
"That was a bit strange I will admit." I mutter looking at my father. He sighs and rubs his hand over his face. He scratches his head as if he is trying to figure out the right words to say to us. "Dad, don't you think I have the right to know if my wings are considered rare or something? I know we barely showed our wings at the academy but still, silver wings can't be that uncommon."
"Nilea, darling your wings are pure silver. Pure silver wings are very uncommon. I thought they taught you this in school." Dad looks at me with sadness in his eyes.
"Markus, if I may, I remember very little from school, but I am sure that if I was taught anything about silver wings I would remember." Michael looks at my dad and whispers to me through our telepathic link, "He is hiding something from us."
"Dad, are you going to tell me why she was so shocked or am I going to have to look it up?" I start to get a bit snappy with my words. Dad rarely lies to me, and considering I got my wings from my mom I demand answers.
"I just told you. Pure silver wings are very uncommon. There was a time when they weren't but in these times. Your wings are considered uncommon." Dad frowns at me.
"How uncommon?" I ask staring him down, waiting for my answer. Just before Dad can answer though the front door opens and Emily's perky voice calls out for him.
"This conversation is over." Dad states firmly before standing and exiting the living room. I groan inwardly and stand to exit the room as well.
"Where are you going?" Michael asks with frustration on his voice.
"I am going to go to the garage and do some exercises." I take another drink of my soda and walk out of the room.
"I'll come with." I hear Michael call after me.
Michael follows behind me as I walk into the garage from the hallway. I reach out feeling the right wall and flip on the lights when I find the switch. It's a quaint garage that has a couple simple straw filled dummies up against the right wall. The floor obviously is concrete so the dim gray really adds to the character. Along the left side of the garage is a bench press set up and multiple different weights of choice from dumbbells and leg weights to the bar weights. I walk to the center of the room while putting my hair up into a pony-tail and start stretching leaning down I press my palms to the ground with no effort at all.
"Show off." Michael chuckles as he begins stretching as well copying my position.
"I'm not showing off Michael." I lean to my right and extend my arms to wrap around my right ankle.
"Right and I am Marilyn Monroe." He mutters under his breath.
"Careful what you wish for." I chuckle and lean to my left doing the same thing.
YOU ARE READING
Of Angel Descent
ParanormalCompleted After losing her first Guardian, Nilea, had a bout with introverted depression. After her new Guardian finally opens himself up to her, she is targeted by an unknown pursuer who wants her for her rare trait. Silver Wings.
