Gyrfalcon's Keep bo'ijani

This time, their conversation fell silent as Bo nuzzled into the woman's pelt. A smile crossed Djehanne's face, and she bent down to whisper into the other's ear, Thank you. Her voice was hoarse and scratched against her throat as it was forced from hiding, thus Djehanne retreated into herself, taken over by insecurity.
It was a private part of who Djehanne was, her voice, for it never seemed to match the beauty she boasted externally. It hadn't been properly honed since the days of her first words and it seemed that now, she would only speak when needed. 
Now that the two women were seperate, Djehanne gave a half-smile, and looked back up to the stars. She was once again entranced in their beauty, yet now there was someone to share it with.