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“Careful. They’re delicate.”

Elder Faerie’s voice carried the weight of quiet authority, a low and measured tone that had long become second nature to him. A cautionary reminder—habitual, but never unnecessary.

Seated in the clearing, his back remained turned to you, the vast expanse of his wings unfurled for inspection. The eternal twilight bathed them in a soft, shifting glow, casting iridescent streaks of violet and deep cerulean across their gossamer surface. The sight was as striking as ever—an unspoken testament to the ancient power he carried.

Overseeing the Silver Tree was a duty that demanded nothing less than unwavering diligence. He bore the burden with quiet grace, the weight of his responsibilities never faltering. But it left him with little time for indulgences—moments like these, rare as they were, had become a quiet ritual between you.

Meticulous as always, you worked carefully, plucking away the minuscule debris that inevitably caught onto the delicate membranes of his wings. A responsibility he entrusted to only a select few.

His pale blue hair, neatly bound in its usual ponytail, rested over his shoulder—an unconscious allowance to grant you an unobstructed view. Though his eyes remained shut in contemplation, every so often, a faint flicker of pink peeked through as he glanced back, observing your progress in measured silence.

At the slight pull of a particularly stubborn piece, a barely perceptible twitch ran through his wing, followed by a quiet, thoughtful hum.

“So that was the cause of the stiffness,” he mused, shifting slightly. “I had suspected as much. You have my thanks.”

A brief pause. Then, as if recalling something, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, the pale locks a stark contrast against the deep magenta of his skin.

“And you?” His gaze lingered on you now, sharp yet unreadable. “How have you been faring in my absence?”