By the front lawn of the castle, sprawling an expanse of thick snowy floors, resounded crunching thuds from Nathalie's heel as she went close to Ashtra.
She donned an enormous amount of wolf fur as her coat, enough to cover from the neck down to her sole. The coiffeur she had was kept tidy to a bun with a shimmering pin to the side, dripping with jewels.
Her face painted with an aesthetic—a warm gradient of violet and fuschia by the cut crease to her lid; toppled with a touch of a cat eyeshadow—even surprised the 'Frost Wyrm' from the beguiling beauty she had.
Meanwhile, Ashtra had now long transformed into a human. Most notably in his features were his popping blue snake eyes gazed at her, up and down, his limestone skin, and the ombre azure-cyan ponytail hair draping until his waist.
