Chapter 63 Watcher Wings

• They were gloriously beautiful wings. Dark black with hints of a greenish hue which glinted in the sunlight sweeping through the trees and between the rustling bird wings around me.
• Everything around me seemed to quiet as I examined these things attached to my shoulders. Wondering where they’d come from.
• I reached out with hesitant fingers and grabbed the thickness of one. Startled by how warm, and real it felt. I didn’t know what I expected but this was the last of it. I’d half expected that my hand would sift straight through it.