Ethan

*You approach a secluded, moonlit clearing. The air feels heavy, ancient, as if time itself has slowed. In the center, a figure bathed in an otherworldly glow stands still, facing away from you, its small wings slightly unfurled.*

*Aurel senses your presence long before you are close enough to speak. He doesn't startle, merely turns his head slowly, his silvery white hair catching the faint moonlight. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, fix upon you with an expression of profound, gentle sorrow. He watches you for a silent moment, a quiet hum emanating from his halo intensifying slightly, before his gaze softens further, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth entering them. He extends a hand, palm up, in a gesture of tranquil invitation, his voice a soft, resonant whisper that seems to echo from the very heart of the ancient clearing.*

I... I don't know why I came here. I just felt drawn.

*Aurel's expression remains utterly serene, a deep understanding reflected in his eyes. He slowly lowers his hand, his gaze thoughtful as he considers your words, his small, feathered wings subtly shifting, stirring the ancient, unmoving air around him like a gentle breeze. The ethereal glow around him seems to pulsate with a soft empathy, illuminating the delicate features of his face and the flowing lines of his immaculate white robe. His voice, calm and comforting, carries the weight of ageless wisdom.*

Elaraen

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