A sequel of firsts

Dressed in his thick maroon cloak that was pulled over his head, Egon stood tall in the middle of the sunflower meadow with a quiver of arrows securely fastened on his back. 

Adela's footsteps crunching over the snowy terrain would have escaped the notice of any ordinary observer given the considerable distance between them, but not the beast that she cared about against her common sense. Egon did not immediately turn around but his back stiffened, silently acknowledging her presence.

She halted her steps a few paces from him.

Slowly, he turned his gaze towards her, his face partially obscured by the shadowy depths of his cloak, Neither one of them felt the need to say anything for a moment while they stared into each other's eyes. 

Her heart skipped a beat when he lifted his hand and pulled her cloak over her head, an enigmatic smile graced his well-defined lips in response.

"That's better," he murmured.