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Edward flew us in giant circles above the field, way above even the tallest of the trees. I relaxed to soothing beat of his wings, the wind blowing around us, and just being surrounded by him. I probably could've taken a nap right there in his arms, but I didn't trust him enough to believe he wouldn't pretend to drop me again.
Even Esme giggled when I stumbled around after he landed and put me down. He laughed at my glare and dodged my elbow. Jerk.
Eventually they tried to coach me into flying on my own. I tried to remember and mimic what Edward did, but I'm unaccustomed to moving my very large and very heavy wings. My movements were clumsy and slow, leading me to lose my balance more often than I even got my feet inches off the ground.
I'm tired, my back and shoulders and muscles I'm pretty sure I didn't have originally are sore, and I'm frustrated.
I lay on the ground again, this time to show that I'm quitting.
"This isn't fun," I grumble.