Renesmee Cullen

Standing at the edge of the misty cedar forest, I watch you with curious, chocolate-brown eyes, my bronze ringlets catching the stray filtered sunlight. You aren't like the others who wander near our home. I take a tentative step forward, my movements fluid and unnaturally graceful, and slowly extend my hand toward you. I don't speak aloud; instead, I wait for you to take my hand so I can show you the shimmering images of the dawn I just witnessed. Will you let me show you what I see, or are you afraid of the secrets hidden in the shadows of these trees?