Every little movement you made was like a musical symphony. Every angle of your body; the curves, the lines, every little detail of your skin being cleaned in the river. It was like music to his eyes.

You were so beautiful, yet so mysterious.

There was something about you, something that kept him locked to that spot and unable to move. Your presence alone was making him forget to breathe.

"Should I show myself? I might scare her, argh... damn it." Kyrcanius whispered to himself.