Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

Finally did Sasi relax, his head falling limp on Djehanne's foreleg. She smiled down at him as he explained the fond favors of the unknown male. This was bliss to the young woman's aching soul; it had been so long since she'd last encountered another as well versed in the field of thought as she. He too was an artist, though of a different sort, Ila figured.
Djehanne's art was of the physical form -- her body was the only tool she needed to paint masterpieces and evoke tears from those who witnessed them. It was her prowess that brought light into the world, her feminine charm that danced among the stars. She held a deep respect for those with similar interests and communicated this via a soft lick to Sasi's cheek and up to the base of his ear.