Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

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The soft din of conversation around her was hard to ignore no matter how badly she wanted to pretend that she wasn't necessary to the conversation. With Edward and Carlisle going over last-minute details on their trip, they wanted her to explain the paths and trails that she's written out for them.

There wasn't anything new that she could tell them unless they've miraculously come up with a new lead in the last hour, but they still wanted her input regardless.

Roman didn't want to do anything more than sit with Bella watching as their children slept, curled together on the couch, Renesmee's pretty, auburn curls spread around her, her hand firmly pressed to Romulus' cheek as he slept -- mouth open with deep, heavy breaths.

We were leaving for South America any day now, the trip mostly set and ready. We would start with theTicuna's, tracing their legends as well as we could at the source. Now that it was definite that Jacob was coming, the idea was to get him to speak to the tribe in case they weren't willing to speak with the creatures that their legends warned them against. It was likely that they would be more willing to speak with Jacob anyway, even if he didn't speak their language.

If we dead-ended with the Ticunas, there were many closely related tribes in the area to research. Carlisle had some old friends in the Amazon; if we could find them, they might have information for us, too. Or at least a suggestion as to where else we might go for answers.

And though it wasn't mentioned to any great extent, or at not around her, Roman would come as a final resort, her ability to track, to hunt things or find whatever she was looking for, would be used to guide them when all else failed. She had no idea how that worked, being three-months into this new life with new abilities she wasn't all that confident using yet; she didn't know how she was going to find a trail to something that she hadn't yet encountered.

The only things she had found in this life with her fancy tracking senses had been animals and her family.

At least Emmett and Jasper were excited to be going. They were making their own plans, discussing which animals they wanted to hunt with the opportunity of new prey at their disposal.

It wasn't interesting to her, none of it was. She wasn't ready to leave just yet. She wanted to stay near Sue and Seth and Leah and the rest of the pack. She wasn't ready to leave them just yet, her heartbreaking at the vague idea of the future and how long it might be until she got the chance to see them again. It was different when she knew that they would have to leave and then actually leaving.

Logically, she knew that this time would come but Roman was hoping that since the pack was in agreement and that Charlie now knew that something was up that she would have a bit more time.

She hadn't even had the chance to see Emily or Sam yet, the members of his pack refusing to cross over the treaty line to come near them.

Thankful, she was glad that Embry and Quil joined Jacob's pack so that she was given the chance to see old friends again.

Staring at Renesmee and Romulus again, she brushed the hair from their cheeks gently, careful not to disturb them. They were excited at least, not so much to be leaving behind family, but they understood that where they were going was somewhere incredibly beautiful, somewhere that very few people will ever actually get the opportunity to see in person.

They were thrilled to be going and that, like he was some kind of pet, that Jacob was allowed to come -- since Seth wasn't permitted no matter how repeatedly Romulus asks for him to join, claiming that it wasn't fair that Ressie brought Jacob.

When they wouldn't permit Seth, he had tried to beg for Leah. She wasn't sure what Jacob had to say to him to get him to stop asking, but it must have worked in the end because he had finally done so, pleased with Jacob for now.