She cleared her throat. "I once heard a tale of swifts. Sweet innocent birds that live around my home. They fly up as high as they can go. Cavorting. Making merry. Then one jumps onto the back of the other and they plumet down. The urge to fly long forgotten in the throws of their passion. Until the female let’s out one sharp cry of pure ecstasy and they break apart narrowly avoiding their death."