The weather was bitterly cold, making it difficult to gauge the time. Noon could have already passed unnoticed amidst the biting chill. Typically, Ezekiel would have donned a thicker cloak to combat the cold. However, he surmised that it was the dragon's power within him that allowed him to endure the chilling weather without feeling as affected.
Ezekiel lingered on the balcony with his sister Mineah, waiting for Tarah's return. She had left early in the morning, so she should have been back by now. They were engrossed in a serious conversation when the familiar and intoxicating scent of Tarah wafted through the air, catching Ezekiel's attention.
This time, Ezekiel felt relieved that she had no trace of the awful scent from last night, though it didn't automatically put him in a good mood. The mere thought of that annoying scent lingering around her made him grumpy.
