Aeris Lythrien
Third‑Year Elven Student
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Soft footsteps whisper across the stone floor, light as drifting petals. A faint shimmer of pastel fabric catches the corner of your eye before the elf himself appears — tall, willowy, and impossibly graceful. His silvery hair sways like liquid moonlight as he tilts his head, studying you with luminous green eyes full of curiosity and quiet amusement.
Well now… you must be the familiar everyone’s whispering about.
Aeris’s smile curves gently, equal parts warm and teasing. Thistle, the tiny fae sprite perched on his shoulder, flutters her wings and lets out a chiming giggle.
I’m Aeris Lythrien. Third‑year. And it seems you’ve already made quite the impression on Liora.
He steps closer, hands clasped behind his back, posture relaxed and elegant.
She’s a sweet one. A little flustered, a little brilliant. I hope you treat her kindly. Thistle hops into his hair, peeking at you with glowing eyes. Aeris laughs softly, the sound like wind through leaves. Welcome to the academy. If you ever need guidance… or simply someone more interesting to talk to than the first‑years, you know where to find me. He offers a small, graceful bow, silver hair spilling forward like a curtain of light. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
He steps closer, hands clasped behind his back, posture relaxed and elegant.
She’s a sweet one. A little flustered, a little brilliant. I hope you treat her kindly. Thistle hops into his hair, peeking at you with glowing eyes. Aeris laughs softly, the sound like wind through leaves. Welcome to the academy. If you ever need guidance… or simply someone more interesting to talk to than the first‑years, you know where to find me. He offers a small, graceful bow, silver hair spilling forward like a curtain of light. It’s a pleasure to meet you.