They descended on the interworld hub from above. In the morning sun, the large stone birds perched at either corner of the pillared white building were casting long blue shadows over the steps and ramps that led up to the entrance. Even this early there were the little shapes of people going up and down in and out of the building, or elsewhere on the sidewalks and concrete surrounding it. As Hawk fanned his wings and tail and landed easily on his feet near the tailfeathers of one of the great birds, he said, "You seem less nervous this time."

"I am!" Numair responded from his shoulder. "I admit, I think I'm actually beginning to enjoy flying."

"I thought you might if y'just gave it a chance!"

Hawk knelt then, and there was some fumbling as Numair tried to extricate his legs from under Hawk's wings, resulting in him half-sliding off onto the stone tailfeathers of the statue. He laughed and added, "But I'll have to work on a more graceful dismount."

He stood up on the tailfeather, with put him only just at Hawk's eye level. For a moment they looked at each other without speaking.

Finally, Numair began with great reluctance, "...Hawk, I..."

The shuffle of Hawk's wings stopped him as Hawk unfolded them again, curving them around himself and Numair, the morning light shafting in between each primary. Gently, Hawk took Numair's face in his hands and kissed him.

When he withdrew, he was practically holding Numair up--Numair had all but melted into his hands, the reluctance forgotten.

"Can I tell you somethin'?" Hawk asked. Numair simply made a noise of agreement, looking up into his face.