Elvin blushed slightly, not used to something like this. He didn’t think much of himself, he couldn’t do all too much. Nothing really impressive, he thought.
“Please, there’s no reason for kneeling and such.”, he told her, smiling lightly. He was glad to see her again, remembering the last time he had she had been just a child.“It’s a pleasure to meet you properly, finally. Thank you for all the trees you gifted us.”, he said, shifting so he sat cross-legged. “I’ve just grown to be a little forest deity.”.
Nox looked up when he spoke and stood up walk up to him. She crouched down and reached out her hand, smiling widely and eyes shining.
“There’s no need to thank me, kind deity. My little saplings are my thanks for the night you led me out of the forest. My name is Nox Oakwood, daughter of Ulric and Astrid Oakwood. May I ask your name, sir?”
Elvin smiled, taking her hand and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.
“Call me Elvin.”, he replied with a smile. Elvin, the same name the forest bore, friend of elves. Named by the people believing the fair folk resided in the forest, though there was only the tree sprite -who had grown to be the forest’s deity.
“Thank you for saving our tree. I’m incredibly grateful.”, he said then. It had happened a lot in the past, but grew fewer and fewer over the years, as the forest grew, and Elvin grew more protective of it.
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