Her voice was... soothing, ancient, and gentle. It wasn't something Alan expected, if he was being honest. His image of Ariel was that she was an extremely old dragon that was the embodiment of anger, forever chained in her desolate realm.
Every single time he met her, she was always in a bad mood, or went into a bad mood soon enough. He didn't expect that old, angry dragon to have such a sweet and gentle voice. It was different from the voice that echoed in his mind at times, when she conversed with him.
He was taken aback, but quickly remembered to stop thinking about such a thing. Valus was able to read his mind; Ariel was definitely capable of more.
She revealed a small smirk underneath the veil, as if aware of it all. Alan shuddered, but she didn't react as he expected. He suspected that Ariel was in a calm mood, where the effects of the curse weren't as apparent.
