Arnold embraced her with mumbles of numerous apologies mixed with an appreciation of her in a muffle on her silk robe.
Both Arnold and Mystique now stood side by side on the balcony. And they overlooked the sprawling line of winter trees, with a beam of the golden crimson glow of the sun, casting several shadow lines into the expanse of snow billows.
He looked at her with a grin from ear to ear."I suppose it's not too bad to see such a beautiful sunset in our homeland, isn't it?"
[Indeed. It's not too bad to stop what seemed to be an everwinter in our place once in a while.]
"Well, would you like that?"
[I mean, the blizzard served its purpose, right?]
"Not quite so… The enemies are still—"
[I shall let Ashtra do the work then.] Then made a steeple of her fingers close to her supple chest.
With that, Arnold shook his head ever-so-roughly like it was the worst decision she'd ever thought of as of now.
"Don't you dare—"
