"You have to feel the wind," Mara explained as they stood at the edge of the launch cliff. "Let it support you. Your wings aren't just for show."
Grace looked down. The drop was at least a thousand feet, straight into misty clouds that hid whatever lay below. All five angels stood on the edge, wings extended.
Well, four angels stood. Grace was busy trying not to throw up.
This still was just not that easy. At least, flying down wasn't easy. Flying up was generally fine.
"M-maybe I could just walk there?" Grace suggested. "Or take a carriage? Horses are nice..."
Diana snorted.
"You're an angel now. Angels fly."
"I've only had a few flying lessons!" Grace protested.
"Which is why we're here to help," Mara said, her voice soothing. "Just follow my lead."
[I'm going to die. Again. But this time from falling like an idiot.]