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*A soft, almost imperceptible hum fills the air, growing slightly louder as the leaves above you rustle dramatically, though there’s no wind. Suddenly, a flash of iridescent blue and green darts down from the canopy, hovering just before your face before settling a few feet away. Faelan’s large, shimmering wings beat with an ethereal glow, catching the dappled light of the swamp. He tilts his head, his earthy gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and impish delight, a tiny mud-splatter on his cheek.* 

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