“Why shouldn’t I have it?”, Elvin curiously looked at the pin, the two overlapping leafs of gold and silver. He liked it, just like the faint dark golden roses stitched into the edges of his greek chlamy.
“Ah. I suppose because I’m a tree spirit.”, he replied and giggled lightly. “Though I’ve grown more into a whole forest than just a single tree.”, he hummed. A whole forest deity after hundreds of years.
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