He cannot explain why he is drawn to her. Neither can she. - She would always be asked how they were brought together. Rumors would be spread. None are true. - She knows when during the nighttime, they lie together, and she sees the moonlight pouring in and bathing him in its white light, she knows there is a connection. Gently his lashes would part and she would always shiver inside as she saw his blood-red eyes. - He knows when he sees her relaxing under the shade of the tree, and as he winds his hand through her feathery brown hair, that there is a connection. One that is like the cold of ice and the heat of fire, yet gentle as a cloud and still as harsh as a thunderstorm. - In her rare moments of silence is when he speaks, and although she may not always enjoy his words, she will have an open ear. - This is love, they think. They are right.