Warm breath brushed against the neck, like soft feathers incessantly tickling the throat, making Lyra's heart itch.
The quiet Lake, near the water's edge, bathed in moonlight, two figures with completely different auras overlapped.
A delicate nose sniffed, the scent of soap lingering on the silver hair after a bath mixed with the faint rose fragrance of Astrid's body, creating an indescribable, noble, and elegant cold allure.
Lyra's breath momentarily stopped, her gaze fixed on that exquisitely beautiful face.
Astrid's red lips were very close to her, as if she could easily lean in and kiss them, tasting their softness and sweetness.
"...Do I look good?"
The lips, smooth as cherry blossoms, moved up and down, clearly asking a question that made Lyra's heart race.
Was Astrid pretty? This question, whether from a subjective or objective standpoint, had only one answer.
