Paint the colours of the wind

He rumbled above her, leaning over the pages as well. Her body responded with a warming to his closeness. A rose pallor bloomed beneath the white fur as she stood at the table. She ignored it, so delighted and enthralled in the colors was she, she ignored the desires of her body to respond to his. Resolved not to give in.

But this gift was immeasurable. Her heart was so full it felt like it would burst. His command was soothing, to explore and experiment was going to be part of her job! She leaned against his arm, pressing her cheek into it.

"Thank you. I would love to find some recipes so I could make more! I can't imagine what you traded for this!" She gratefully sighed.


"Ignita"