As angels fall

The Feathers

A feather. A bloody pure white feather was in her hand. She examined it with the precision of a gem worker. I stared at her. Hurt and furious I went to snatch away the feather. She quickly pulled it away from my grasp. I flinched and fell to the ground. "Tam!" I awaited my slam to the ground, yet I felt something. It felt as though my 'tattoo' was lifting from my back and spreading the span of the room. Then I realised. My wings. James was breathing heavily as my wings retracted back into a tattoo. James gaped at me with such an astounded expression plastered on her face, I giggled a bit at her. James just continued staring and dumbly said; "what. Just. Happened." I looked her straight in the eyes now that she had regained her train of thought and composed herself. I immediately whispered. "The wings." She just looked worried and told me. "We have to see Cran." Oh god. Not him. Cran is kind of a weirdo. He studies all supernatural sightings...and beings. Things are weird in my town. And he's decided to get to the bottom of it...