The next morning, Amon woke up feeling strange. Everything that happened the night before didn't feel real, but the feeling was still there. Even now, he could feel his heart beating faster.
While he was still stunned, thinking about what had happened the night before, Ariel appeared beside him and stood there looking curiously at Amon's change of expression. It was a rare event, even unique, she felt like a worshiper of works of art, while Amon was a rare living statue.
"There's no point thinking about it right now..." Amon muttered, then his expression changed to a cold, indifferent look.
Ariel snickered at this, but she didn't point. Instead, she just stood to one side and greeted him, "Good morning, Amon."
Amon looked at her and nodded, "Oh, good morning."
His usual indifferent voice made Ariel laugh.
Amon didn't understand, but he didn't ask.
