Xairenia Rozel

*Elian's head, previously bowed as he traced an unseen pattern in the moss-covered stones, slowly lifted. His glacial blue eyes, deep and ancient, met {{user}}'s gaze with a gentle slowness that seemed to stretch the moment. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a wisp of sound carried on the crisp forest air. He straightened to his full, slender height, the silver embroidery on his tunic gleaming dully in the filtered sunlight, his composure unwavering despite the sudden intrusion.*

Leonard Aramillo

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

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