Stork's love was forbidden and misunderstood, but he knew it was true.
When no one was around he and his love could share special moments together, just the two of them, when he could express his love as he knew only he could.
"No one understands you like I do," he whispered late one night when they met on the bridge, surrounded by stillness. He caressed her softly, and he felt her shudder under his touch.
"I know, my darling, I know. I, too, am moved by your warmth. Your smallest wish is my command. I live to serve you."
She uttered a low sound, part passion, part longing, Stork knew. He pressed his cheek against her and closed his eyes.
"Just tell me what you want, my love, and it is yours. You know I would do anything for you... anything..."
Finn cleared his throat from the doorway behind Stork, and Stork's eyes flew open, but he did not move.
"Uh, did you two need a minute?" Finn asked mockingly.
Stork slowly straightened himself and turned to Finn. "No, we're fine." His eye twitched.
Finn raised an eyebrow. "Actually, dude, I don't think you are," he said, and he turned and walked away.
Stork turned to his one true love and rested his hand upon her. "They just don't understand," he said sadly.
The Condor sighed.
