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We cut through Esme and Carlisle's backyard (with them), venturing through the woods behind it. There's a barely visible path that opens up into a wide open field after about five minutes. It's about the size of a football field with an assortment of wildflowers are in full bloom, dotting the green with pinks, purples, blues, whites, and yellows.
Edward looks like he's going to burst.
"What are we doing?" I finally ask.
"We're going to teach you how to fly," Carlisle tells me.
"These wings are for more than looking pretty," Edward interjects.
Now, I'm not afraid of heights, but flying? No way in hell. I will not be leaving the nice, stable ground for longer than it takes me to jump. Nope, not happening.
I think they could read it on my face.