Iktome Plains auxesia

they looked like a buttered piece of popcorn; a faint sunset streaking the snow of his figure. initially melinoë thought it was only the yellow of the grass somehow illuminating him, but no; he got close enough for her to study him.
a handsome, sad face.
Είναι όλοι οι άνδρες της ηπειρωτικής χώρας τόσο γοητευτικοί? a voice softer than what might be expected; flower petals falling.
the man could not be called svelte but there was a youth and a power to him, one which he had not taken notice of himself, she thought.
I am Melinoë. a slight bow of her head, as she rounds upon him. observing, appraising.