Chapter 4: Greeted Is A Term Used Loosely
Sometimes, very rarely, when a Being falls through into a human's body, it will arrive too early. For example, when the human is only a newborn that may have died at birth. Or there will be an error, a mishap resulting in a damaged psyche that threatened the mystery accompanying the connection between dimensions. In order to keep the secret safe, all the Being's memories will be wiped. But they will retain their wings so that they may be found by others. As with all secrets, if you leave them out in the open they will surely be discovered. So the Sight is taken from them as well.
The Sight is the ability to recognise those of our kind, as well as the ability to see auras. If they retained this ability, then as soon as they learned to talk, they would be blabbing about fairies and shadows and all the other things that they can see. There are two outcomes to this; 1, someone believes them and we are discovered, or 2, no-one believes them and they are given a one-way ticket to an insane asylum. However, they do retain their capacity to learn - the older the Being was when they fell, the smarter, wiser and perceptive they will be later on in their life.
Now, onto the wings. The wings are very easy to figure out. The older the being, the darker they are. The stronger or smarter the being, the more tangible they are. The morality of the being changes the feathers- the worst of us have scales, or leather wings, and are sent Away. So, according to this, the newly-created will have pure white, intangible wings with incredibly soft feathers. So much could be known of a Being, who lacked the auras that humans carried, simply from the extra appendages.
I stood at the door, staring at the man with the wings as he greeted those that had walked into the flat with me. Greeted being a term used loosely.
"Back so soon, John?" he asked the jumper-wearing blond, who frowned. His voice was very deep, and probably made quite a few ladies fall head-over-heels, Molly included, by the look on her face.
"I said I'd be back after a few minutes- I've been gone around half an hour," John pointed out. However, the man on the couch waved a hand, as if brushing the topic aside.
"Semantics. I didn't notice, therefore it is of no importance. How are you, Molly?" He jumped between topics like a hummingbird would between flowers- as if the one he'd just focused on had done its purpose and did not matter anymore. John seemed used to this- he walked over to the empty chair and sat down with a grateful sigh.
"I'm- I'm fine, thanks," Molly stuttered. I barely refrained from rolling my eyes. Despite common belief, the longer you lived, the less patient you got- and it didn't help that I was bored. One had no idea how much ones friends keep one entertained until they weren't there anymore.
His eyes darted to me- they were a steely blue-grey and seemed to analyse every part of me. I ducked my head, like any young child would do under such scrutiny, and started worrying a hole in the carpet with the ball of my foot. Any adult, or strong-willed teenager, would return the stare and fold their arms; which is why I kept my gaze down and started playing with the hem of my dress.
"Molly," the man began, his voice slightly gentler, "Why is there a child in my flat?"
I lifted my head to see that his primary feathers were slightly flared, a rippling motion that carried down into the secondaries and ruffled the rest; he was annoyed.
"It was either this or my flat, and she's allergic to cats," Molly answered firmly, and I gave her a smile. She obviously though the world of this man, and I didn't really blame her; he would have had to be brilliant.
"Don't you have a girlfriend or something you can take her to?" the man asked John, exasperated. John just sighed and shook his head before starting up a quiet conversation with Molly.
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