Amell looks into the mirror intently. The face that looks back is too familiar for her to be able to tell if it was pretty.
Symmetrical features. High cheekbones. Lips, rosy. Nose, inelegant. Eyes, a pleasing, but common color.
There had to be some method to establishing what is beautiful, she thinks, because otherwise there would not be so much of a consensus on the issue. She knew Acantha was considered quite beautiful. Petra was considered pretty. The mage Wynne had apparently been quite lovely in her youth, if rumor was to be believed.
She closes her eyes and opens them again, this time trying to look at her face as if she is seeing it for the first time.
If she looks long enough, she thinks, she will discover what about it makes Cullen blush and stutter.