They stood at the very edge of the aerie — Perry and Jorge a few steps back, Hraff with claws dug into the lip — their eyes turned upward, outward; the sky was a roiling cloud of Fri.
"How many are here?"
Hraff rumbled, "All clans. Most from each clan. Some stay behind."
Like Hraff, apparently. "Why?"
"Find mates. Socialize, play games. Negotiate."
"Dolphins do the same thing," Jorge said.
"Dolphins?" Hraff asked.
"Earth swimmers."
Hraff leaned as far out as he could, perfectly balanced between rock and sky. "Are they beautiful?"
Remembering another world, a smile grew across Perry's face. "Absolutely."
