Eve disbelievingly touched her new wings. How did that happen? At last the full impact of what she was touching hit her. "I have actual wings!" she gasped. "Yes you do. And soon you'll be using your 'actual wings'." replied Oliver lazily. She narrowed her eyes at him questioningly. "Oh come on, you've still got the whole ceremony!" he said with a wave of his hand.
Then he became serious. "But the ceremony's no laughing matter, Eve. Right, so your Death Day is over soon. Then you have to see your burial. And after that you'll find out what kind of angel you're going to be."
She raised an eyebrow. "I have to see my own burial? Why do I have to do that?"
Oliver shrugged. "Don't ask me. I just have to know what happens during the ceremony, not actually understand why it's done that way."
Eve nodded. She actually did want to see her burial, anyway. It would mean that she could see her family again. Probably for the last time, while they were alive.
Oliver seemed to know what she was thinking and his expression softened. "I know how you feel at the moment. Every angel has to go through this in the beginning. But you'll get used to it."
There was an awkward silence, which was finally broken by Oliver.
"I nearly forgot! You have to learn how to fly, because that's how we'll be getting to your burial. Why don't I teach you now? There are still a couple of hours until we need to go."
Eve smiled with eager anticipation. She had dreamt of flying since she was little.
"Look!" he exclaimed.
Suddenly he shot into the air and hovered over her head as if he had done nothing more than tied his shoelaces. Eve's jaw dropped.
Oliver floated down again and began to explain: "It's really easy. You jump, think 'fly' and half the job is done. When you're up there you just have to try and test and you'll know the proper movement soon."
Eve made a mental note, so as not to forget anything. But in theory, it was quite simple. She jumped, taking care to do exactly what she had been told and found herself in midair.
Oliver whooped as she leant to the right and shot through the air. Soon she was zooming around as if she had done nothing else since she was a baby.
Eve touched down lightly after half an hour of flying and turned back to Oliver.
"I can do it! That wasn't even difficult!" she squeaked.
"Great. Now I don't have to worry about you lagging behind. Let's see who gets to that cloud first!" he yelled before speeding away.
Eve giggled and shot after him. Soon she was completely comfortable in the bright light and soft clouds.