"Oh, Alan—the very best husband in all the universe, you are. None other could there be—like you."
She had just taken off her scarf again when suddenly I noticed a little speck in the sky ahead. It might have been a tiny bird, flying toward us from the plains below.
"Miela—look!"
She followed the direction of my hand. The speck grew rapidly larger.
"A girl, Alan," she said after a moment. "Let us wait."
We stood silent, watching. It was indeed a girl, flying over the valley some two or three hundred feet above the ground. As she came closer I saw her wings were blue, not red like Miela's. She came directly toward us.
Suddenly Miela gave a little cry.
"Anina! Anina!"
Without a word to me she spread her wings and flew up to meet the oncoming girl.
I stood in awe as I watched them. They met almost above me, and I could see them hovering with clasped hands while they touched cheeks in affectionate greeting. Then, releasing each other, they flew rapidly away together—smaller and smaller, until a turn in the valley hid them entirely from my sight.