Weeping Willow
(Revised version)

Chapter2: New Gold and Silver Twins

"Don't worry" he heard from behind him as he fell towards the planet. "You'll survive the fall."
There was a flash of light and burning sensation as he fell through the atmosphere, he realized he was falling way too fast. There was no way he could live through this. There was a flash of green he recognized as a forest and just after he cleared it, he saw a house.
"Just great,"he half growled in shock and irritation, knowing he would probalby crash into it or something in the immediate promimity. He raised his right arm, using it as a sort of shield, and lowered his shoulder to take the brunt of the fall. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get his feet in front of him. 'Great I'm going to die… again!' The last thing he saw was a garden that he knew wouldn't survive underneath him. He closed his eyes and fell unconscious as he fell into the flowerbed; pots shattered and petals flew in every which direction, followed closely by singed feathers.

When Willow heard the crash she was first most worried about her cousins. The six-year-old twins were playing in the yard and she was worried that they had somehow hurt themselves. However, the second she opened the door she was accosted by both gold and silver haired girls, running into the arms of their 'aunt' as they called her.
"Aunt Willow! It wasn't us, honest!" Said Shiloh; her silver pigtails swung as she shook her head, adding to her defense.
"Yeah! It was a robot angel, he crashed into the flowers!" Chloe nodded.
"A robot angel?" Willow asked in disbelief, not liking what sounded like a farfetched lie.
"No! It was a hang glider!" Shiloh countered.
"Angel!"
"Hang glider!"
"Angel!"
"Now, stop fighting you two I'm going to see what happened, you two go inside."
"Yes Aunt Willow." Both girls said simultaneously and very ashamedly.
Willow was shocked when she saw him. Lying face down in her crushed petunias was, as Chloe described him, a 'robot angel,' with a ton of singed feathers all around.
"Oh my goodness!" She rushed over to his side.
"Nobe… Taskete…"
She gently touched his shoulder and turned him onto his right side. She could see his cherry brandy eyes and the ruffled blue patch atop his head. Willow had a sudden, thought that the wine-color of those eyes went very nicely with the pale blue hair... She shook her head and frowned at such silliness. He needed her help urgently, and she needed to focus herself.
"Taskete … help me… I mean you no harm…" he gasped.
"It's okay. I'm here to help."
Willow ran her hands carefully over his ribs, his left arm, his legs, looking for anything swollen or out of place. There was nothing that was where it shouldn't be, but it was obvious he'd be sporting some nasty bruises in a day or two. He had obviously snapped a few ribs as well. When she pressed on his back, between his wings, he let out a gusty sigh and bent into her touch, the movement causing the wide pinions to flex involuntarily. The smell of burnt feathers wafted over her, and bits of ash fluttered in the air.
"I'm all in one piece… and I'll be better if I can just… sleep… for awhile… Right here will be fine, if it's safe..."
"We're going to have to get you inside. You can't stay out here wounded, and covered with dirt. People will tend to notice. Not to mention these..." she nodded towards his wings. "Not many people around here have them."
He smiled ruefully "Not may people have them where I come from either…"
"Do you think you can walk inside if I help you?" She asked.
"I think so."
"All right, we can work with that."
"Thank you" He sat up and gasped.
"Okay on the count of three." She knelt and tucked her arm around his ribcage. He Nodded and braced himself to stand.
"One… two… three!" And with that he was standing. He swayed a bit and she steadied him. "are you sure you're going to be alright?"
"Yes, I'm sure." He winced slightly when she pressed against a broken rib.
"Sorry."
Slowly but surely they trod into the house and as they did Willow began taking in his looks, surveying the curve of his toned muscles, the contrast of soft warm flesh and cool hard metal. She grimaced at the shape his arm was in, the top two tethers had been torn away and it had quite a few dents in it.
"We'll get you cleaned up in no time, a hot shower some icepacks and a lot of rest and you'll be good as new." She smiled up at him.
"Thank you… for all your help."
"Shhh, relax, its what any normal person would do."
The girls gasped as she helped him into the bathroom in the guest bedroom.
"See! I told you he was a robot angel!" Chloe said triumphantly. Shiloh could only nod in sullen agreement.
Folken nearly fell over when he saw them, if he hadn't known better and he would have thought they were Naria and Eyria without the cat-like features. He laughed lightly at the comment, 'Robot angel' he thought, 'how ironic.'

A/N: Okay this had a few more revisions than the last one let me know what you think, oh and take a look at the credits page when this is finished for this chapter K?
By the way, Thanks to everyone who reviewed this the first time around, you guys are awesome ^_^
Feedback: Any sort of constructive critisism is help mainly on my weaknesses. Orginaization, dialogue, Characterization, Stream of Consciousness, etc. Encouragement is nice as well, but really I'm seeking to grow as a writer. Any literary techniques I can learn are great.