An eyrie stood on the edge of the roof, her white pelt shimmering in the moonlight. She gazed across the endless forests as if searching for something.
"Andriana." The whisper seemed to come from nowhere, but the eyrie did not turn, sat down instead. A second eyrie emerged from the darkness, his black body hardly distinguishable from the night. He sat down next to her, and their pelts blended together in the moonlight.
Neither spoke until long after the sun had risen over the trees, and even then, they sat in silence, their bodies pressed together, keeping each other warm, both in body and in soul.