Her silhouette was all shadow, but Ophelia could make out a serpentine figure approaching them, as well as many bright eyes peering at them from within the darkness that surrounded her.
Against the backdrop of onyx eyes that studded her forehead like precious jewels, her main eyes burned vividly, like a scorching red comet set against a glimmering night sky, the red pupils bright like fresh blood were too bewitching to look at.
And yet, Ophelia could not make herself look away because they were far too beautiful. She could only lower her head and resist the urge to keep staring to avoid being rude.
Her wickedly curved horns, those beautiful red eyes and those mesmerising scales. They were all so dazzling to look at, that her delicate feathers quivered in excitement. How could 'she' be so pretty?