The next morning, Amon came across Ariel at the entrance of the camp. As she turned to face him, Amon couldn't help but notice the delicate blush that tinged her normally pale cheeks. The contrast enhanced the captivating glow of her golden eyes, making them even more mesmerizing. Her smile, usually carefree, carried a hint of mischief, adding an extra charm to her.
"Did you sleep well?" she asked. Her seductive voice caused Amon's heart to beat a little faster.
Amon took in Ariel's appearance, admiring how the morning light played with her silver, curly hair. The intense cold seemed to have faded the silver to an almost white shade, giving her an ethereal look. She was dressed for the weather, wearing a thick and soft wool coat that gracefully hugged her slender figure. A chunky knit scarf was wrapped around her neck, almost covering the freckle near her left eye. Fur gloves and heavy boots completed her outfit, but to Amon, nothing could diminish Ariel's natural beauty.
