Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

His embrace was welcome; expected, even. Djehanne worked her eyes to his, fixated on the young male's strange desire for death. Forcing the croaked whisper, she spoke to him as softly as she could so as not to frighten him with her sheathed voice, Quiet. Immediately, Djehanne looked away, ashamed of such an insecurity. Never had her voice matched her beauty, thus she kept it hidden from the world around her.
Clearing her throat, Ila stood and nudged for the male to do the same. Perhaps he would wish to come along with her on her journey, but if not then that would be where they lay their peace.