There were NO images which satisfied my desire, but a few which were all right.
This first image, to the right, is a silhouette of how I imagine Tavaar and Khaiu are feeling at the time of their discussion at the tree.
Memories of how they used to play in each other's arms fill their heads, and desire courses through their veins. Perhaps they are feeling a bit warm?
Tavaar is still very much in love with Khaiu, and from the passage it can be infered Khaiu still bears a great love for Tavaar. But each married to someone else, and play time is over.
But they still dream and desire.
This picture to the left is kind of how I see Sashwa. Sashwa is Tavaar's greatest friend. There is no other.
The picture, while clearly more modern in scope, seems to capture some of Sashwa's independence. Were the hair longer, and more full, I would actually have chosen this picture for Tavaar. There is a beauty and elegance about it which bespeaks Tavaar.
What the picture lacks is Sashwa's playfulness. More, it seems to demonstrate Tavaar's leadership.
It's one of those pictures which could be either Tavaar or Sashwa. They are so in love with each other that perhaps it does not matter.
The final picture, below, is again about kissing. The images are more youthful, so it is more like a memory of time past, when Tavaar and Khaiu spent many hours at the edge of firelight exploring the ways of passion and delight. These memories ever haunt Tavaar.
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