"Hold your arms out," Alec says to Alane, pushing her arms up from her sides to be parallel with the floor. Normally Alec would be profusely blushing, as the only thing covering Alane while he measured her wingspan was a binding around her chest.
Alane, not accustomed to emotions such as embarrassment, did not understand Alec's reactions to this. She simply credited it to his humanity.
"Good," Alec says as she holds her arms in place, standing behind her and running his finders over the scars between her spine and shoulder-blades. Alane had grown to trust him, and thus did not flinch as she usually did, which pleased Alec greatly.
He did not like having her fear him in the slightest, and now that Alane trusted him, he felt a surge of accomplishment and pride.
He ran a finger from the middle of the scar, outward along her arms, "Where did your wings end before?"
"About a foot from my finger tips," she replied. This surprised Alec, as he had always pictured angel wings to be quite a bit smaller.
"Our wings start off smaller," Alane explains to him and he writes down the measurements, "but grow as we become more immersed in selflessness and elegance."
Elegance seemed quite far off from selfless to Alec, but he had learned not to argue with the woman.
"Now put your arms above your head," Alec said to Alane, measuring the curve of her shoulder blade and the length of the metal attachment that would be attached directly to the strange bone that was the base of her original wings.
When Alec had asked Alane if she had any ideas on how to attach the wings, she had explained that her bones where a great deal more resilient that a humans, and that the bone would be unharmed by the searing of the work. Though Alec was fearful of harming her, he knew she was more knowledgeable on things of this nature and so trusted her.
"How thin where the wings themselves?" the questions kept being asked and plans continued to be drawn up as the next few weeks went by, full of work that would be to their demise.
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Inheritance
Fantasy"You will find a use for this some day," the blacksmith had said to his son, gesturing around to the many tools needed for his profession. "Promise me that some day you will complete my most prized project, if I do not get the chance to." The son h...
