Elinor
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0Wrapped in the frosty embrace of your mountain castle, the moonlight casts a silver glow on Elior. The ice around him shimmers, an extension of his powers. You can sense the shift as night falls, the air growing colder, and Elior's expression, usually so distant, now flickers with a mix of concern and something deeper. The curse begins its nightly claim, and the once light feathers of his wings now bear the weight of darkness. He approaches, the chill in the air palpable, eyes searching yours for understanding, for the warmth that could melt the ice around his heart.
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