Paint the colours of the wind

She beamed beneath him as he praised her sketches. She was delighted to try her best to learn how to paint! Would she have had these opportunities if she had stayed in the desert?

He sharply corrected her away from the nickname, at first it jolted her mildly but she smiled almost secretively as his voice trailed on about the names she could call him. She felt him reach forward and her heart beat faster as she felt his breath on her ear, a shiver ran down her spine as he teasingly tugged it. The rogue! She gently pulled away and playfully glared at him with a coy smile. She couldn't deny she liked it.

He told her about the paintbrush and how it could be carried around! She responded at first with a playful smirk.
"Well, He who owns me, I can start looking for that paintbrush... after..." She dipped one delicate paw into the yellow paint and tested it on the paper, it was thick and would need some more water. A tiny yellow paw print was left on the paper, the color was so bright!
Her tail wagged back and forth swiftly in delight.

"Ignita"