An Angel or Two In a Snowy View

*Inspired by the artwork of WLOP - a legendary internet artist*

A fog of snow fluttered endlessly upon an open field just outside a barren town. The snowfall was too delicate to be a storm, but too plentiful to be called a flurry; it was simply a beautiful, heavy snow.

In the midst of it all was a grand sight to behold; an angel plowed through the field taking elegant strides that seemed unnaffected by the white mounds of deceleration along her path. She was fully cloaked in a velvety black guise, armored at the torso and waist. Above her hood was a large platinum ring floating perfectly in place, and furled at her back were snowflake speckled feathers that measured down to her ankles.

"Miss, miss, look, look!"

The angel towered so high above the little boy, she almost missed his calls for attention. Once she spotted the young human she stopped and leaned towards him, her massive wings stretching and swelling over his petite frame, shielding him from the snow and providing needed heat to his impoverished lack of cold-resistant clothes.

"I'm an angel too, see?"

He pointed to the halo made of sticks above his head connected to uneven twig-wings he held at his back. "And since I'm an angel, you have to respect me." he said this with a children's pride; the type of pride a child would never hide.

The angel tucked her hands behind her back, closed her eyes and bowed. Silver hair flung out of her hood and he caught sight of her majestic youthful look. The face hidden inside was babyish with innocence yet wise with kindness, that's when the boy thought...

'hey, we don't look so different, I don't need to lie. I can really be an angel too if I close my eyes and try' so he dropped his disguise and thought real hard with valient hope and a rub of his frost-bitten toes. Then when he opened his eyes, to his surprise, he had his own feathered wings and a bronze-golden halo.