Moonsong Glacier moons

They gazed at one another for a long moment, like two hummingbirds who were also gazing at each other. The herald felt his breath catch first in his throat and then low in his belly as her focus narrowed on him. He did not speak before he began gliding toward her on long, soot-smudged legs.

Even up close, it felt impossible to form words. He was caught up in her eyes — her eyes which were the warmest shade of amber, like two gold circles with black dots in the center.

He bowed to her, as he had before.