Author's note: Ok, so this is WAY late, finally edited it to a point I was happy with. Lots of stuff going on in life, not all bad, and even while sucking it's going well. I am super late on a bunch of my stories so I hope you guys enjoy this one. This chapter in particular ended up so long I have two chapters, so hopefully that one will also be edited this week and I can post it since I have some catching up to do :) I hope you enjoy, and as usually trigger warnings are at the start.
Trigger warnings: Rape insinuation, blood letting, alcohol use, drug use mention, alcohol addiction triggers, drunkness, insinuations of sex etc.
As always, if I forgot a trigger please tell me :)
~Start Chapter 4~
~Break~
Fenris' collar was still firmly in her hands when she arrived in the kitchens. The coarse leather rough against her hands as the aged silver sparkled in laugher at her. Quickly, she pocketed it like a dirty secret and went to check on the status of dinner, worry eating away at her stomach.
Passing into the kitchens she stalled for a moment at a bottle of wine that was half full and swore under her breathe. How long had her self imposed sobriety gone?
She was once so open and dependant on her vices. But now it was dangerous. She had no allies here, no family or ties. The crimson liquid seemed almost as sad.
It was unbelievably lonely.
"Would you like some wine?" Yirel laughed as she dried her hands on her periwinkle apron and walked over. Well, mostly lonely.
"I do not know..." Aria spoke as she fingered the glass. "Do you think Fenris would like to try wine?"
The thought was sudden and out her mouth before she could stop it. Like errant strands of her hair, it escaped her composure and got out. Clearing her throat she brushed the length of her hair behind her ear, attempting to play off her reddening skin as simply the sun.
"I don't know. But, as someone who once had nothing, I think the option would be appreciated," Yirel spoke as she picked up the bottle. "But perhaps, we should use the good wine, and not the cooking sherry."
Aria's skin reddened even more and she stepped back and cleared her throat, hands held awkwardly at her sides.
"This is probably why you're in charge of dinner." She tried to laugh as she turned to leave, her movements rigid.
"There must have been a reason you came here." Yirel spoke again, bottle of wine still in her hand where she was re-corking it.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you knew where all the...blood magic stuff the previous magister owned is, if we are, uhh, going to actually do this." She was playing with her fingers and looking as if she were about to bolt.
It was a terse conversation they never had, but needed too. Yirel was unfortunately one of the past magisters favourite slaves to torture and abuse. She saw more than her fair share of blood magic, and as such Aria had allowed her to pack it all away, not even wanting her to give her it's new storage location.
"It is in one of the lower rooms, I have already sent some of the guards to collect what we need. In the meantime I had the books packed away into a trunk, that trunk is now in your library for your reference." Yirel spoke calmly, put the cooking wine away and beginning to collect ingredients for dessert.
"Oh, yeah ok, thanks," Aria felt awkward, of course Yirel had already set everything up. "I'll go start reading. Let me know when my presence is needed for dinner."
With a nod she was off down her halls in a flurry of robes.
~Break~
Hawke had stowed herself away in her library researching the ritual that Fenris had spoken of. Beyond a few key words and remembering the entire ritual, she had zero clue what nonsense had been cast on him.
Another grotesque diagram, another ritual sacrifice; Aria felt sick.
"Does everything with blood magic involve death?" She hissed, she didn't want to kill anyone, and she didn't want to spill anyone's blood either.
"Not all." A sharp voice spoke starling Aria from her thoughts. She jumped a mile high and let out a small screech.
Fenris quickly covered his ears with his hands and recoiled back.
"I only startled you, there is no need to be so loud!" He shouted before realizing what he had done. His face turned deathly pale and he took another step back gaping like a fish.
"Oh shut up, I'll startle you and we'll see how you fair." She glowered as she shook her book threateningly at him. She was tired of the big and the bad, she was tired of the evil and the ugly, and she was tired of the reminders of all the torture and horror everyone endured.
"I-I do not follow." Fenris allowed his hand to slowly lower as his mouth closed. He seemed equal parts confused and concerned.
"I just mean don't talk until you've been in my shoes, what are you doing here?" Changing the topic was a good idea, the air had grown much to terse for Aria's liking.
"I have been sent to fetch you for dinner." He teetered on the balls of his feet and she realized he was dressed in his new clothes. They were a dark forest green highlighting his eyes, with a silver accent sewn in glowing with his markings against the verdant silks. He looked beautiful to say the least.
"Wow, that seamstress, while rude, has an amazing eye." She marveled at his, lips up-turning into a smile as she bounded towards him much like an excited mabari pup.
"I do not understand." Fenris breathed out, his breath growing shallow and frightened. She looked into his eyes and saw his dilated pupils and knew she had gone too far in her compliment.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean it like that. What I meant is that despite her shitty demeanor, she made beautiful clothing that suits you, come, there was talk of dinner?" She asked, topic shifting easily again.
He seemed to appreciate it as his shoulders squared and he swept past her and opened the door.
"Yes, Yirel sent me to fetch you." He cleared his throat awkwardly as Aria walked through the door stretching out her sore back.
"Aww damn, I let time get away from me, let's go." Aria spoke as she lead Fenris down the ornate halls.
"Why were you researching blood magic?" He finally asked, his voice startling her as the took a left down the halls.
"For your ritual. I've never DONE blood magic before, so I have no idea what ritual or spell was cast on you, so I'm trying to figure it out, and so far all I've discovered is someone has to pay a price for this and I just..." She trailed off not sure what to say.
What could she say? She couldn't refuse him. She couldn't just change her mind now because it was curling at the idea of strapping anyone down to die to save either of their lives.
"The ritual used on me didn't involve...a sacrifice...some blood magic plays off other forms of power. Such as anger, fear...sex..." Fenris trailed off again causing Aria to stop.
She didn't turn around at first, mulling over her words in her head as she did. Worrying her lip she locked eyes with him and offered a tilted smile to ease the awkwardness.
"Is there more about the ritual you...felt ashamed to mention?" She asked.
Fenris avoided her gaze and seemed to be counting the threads in her carpet instead. He seemed to shift the slightest before raising his gaze again.
"I...it is not exactly something I enjoy discussing." He was trying to find a way to articulate the words he had kept in for so long.
With careful movements Aria moved closer to him, still keeping her distance.
"I don't feel comfortable hurting someone for a ritual, and I don't exactly know what would happen if I don't counter his ritual with the same one. I mean the last time I cast out my own magic mid-blood magic ritual I ended up-nevermind that isn't the point, the point is I am so sorry, but I need to know what Danarius did to you. Not now, not even today, but soon" Aria spoke as her hands helplessly around her.
Fenris seemed on the fence as he looked at her, and then at the floor. She worried her lip again; what could be so bad that they would be so afraid to speak of it?
"The...ritual involved...was taken from an old blood binding marriage rite." Fenris spoke finally, his shoulders hunching over, but his gaze remaining steady on her.
"Wait, you mean he bound you similar to a handfasting?" Aria asked, trying to remember what marriage rights had been taught to her in school, which to be fair, wasn't much.
"No not a handfasting, that assumes there is any form of equality in the relationship. You really know nothing about Tervinter do you?" Fenris spat, his eyes growing angry and wild.
"No, I don't. So, if you'd please?" Aria wasn't interested in his bite now, it was entirely counterproductive. He was finally opening up, giving her something, she wasn't going to waste it.
"Marriage in the Tervinter Imperium isn't always equal. If you are unlucky enough, the mage will bind you to them through a blood ritual. This blood ritual forces faithfulness, it removed the ability to say no, to leave, it allows the blood mage to punish or reward the partner how they see fit. In this case, it is not a marriage rite. Danarius did not require me to be faithful. He did not require the need to reward me with pleasure. He merged that rite with a blood magic spell of a similar variety so I would be bound to him fully." Fenris' eyes leveled with hers and she had to hold back a sob.
He looked so broken.
"There is no way to complete this ritual without you touching me." Fenris spoke, his throat tight.
His muscles twitched at his neck at some unseen danger, Aria's heart broke for him even more.
"Are you sure?" Aria asked, trying not to take a step back and flee herself; the scars ran deep in them both.
"I...well..." Fenris struggled with the words for a moment, "I am not sure we would have much of a choice. The magic is...forceful in nature."
He looked away ashamed and Aria had to wonder if he blamed himself for the rituals previous effects, if not more.
"We don't have to do anything, especially right now. If it would make it easier, you can spend time getting to know me? Getting comfortable?" Aria tried to soothe. She wasn't as keen on the idea of touching Fenris beyond friendly means either, but what choice did they have?
Aria had her share of one night stands, of mutually non-intimate sexual exploits. Fenris hadn't specified it would end in sex, merely that she would need to touch him, and vice versa, and it would be in a sexual manner.
Ok, well Aria could handle that, she was a big girl. The question was, would Fenris be ok? How would she know this is actually consensual? Was it even consensual for her? If she didn't do this, Fenris would eventually kill her against both their wills.
So she didn't have much of a choice either...did she?
But that was the thing, she didn't have to keep Fenris. She could let him go, she could give him away, or let him run and try his luck elsewhere.
But...would that be somehow crueler? Here Fenris could be free, and he came to her for this...right?
"Fenris...I need you to know right now that I am committed to helping you in whatever way I can and you want. But, you need to understand that this has to be your choice. If you don't want to do this I will let you go, I'll help you escape, or I'll work on looking for a way to break the spell but...this, I can't take something from you that you can't freely give," Aria spoke, tears threatening her eyes, "I just can't."
The memories of one in six is a mighty high statistic to be a part of.
"I...are you sending me away Mistress Hawke?" Fenris' eyes widened. The tension seemed to entirely leave his body as if she were his last chance; he was giving up.
"No! No just that-ARGH! This isn't going how I wanted. No Fenris, I will do as you've asked, as long as it's still what you want." Aria was tired, she wanted to go to bed and dream of another day.
"Of course it is!" His desperate eyes pleaded with her as his muscles seemed to twitch again, desperate to keep his bid at freedom even a moment longer.
Aria had little choice, he was putting his faith in her after all.
"Ok... ok then, I'll do it..let's have dinner and then we can discuss when to do the ritual and how to prepare." Leaving little room for complaint, Aria twisted around and left the library, intent to salvage their sour evening with dinner.
~Break~
When they arrived in the dinning hall, the table was covered in a buffet of finger foods and wraps you could self stuff. It was hardly a five star meal, but Aria doubted Fenris would complain all that much.
Aria just hoped he still had an appetite.
Still, as simple as it was, it was splayed with an elegance. Crimson fabric with ties of gold and dancing script. Aria traced a finger across the silk with a small bubble of laughter; she had never seen such a beautiful setting for finger food.
She sat at the head of the table, a goblet already full of wine sitting for her. She traced the cool metal as she lifted her gaze towards Fenris. Unsure of where to sit he was staring at a seat near her left with light intered.
"Sit wherever you wish." Aria spoke softly before lifting the goblet to her lips and took a sip.
The rush of alcohol burned her throat and she savoured the moment of brief pain before the warm hum took over.
Fenris sat to her left anyways, seemingly preferring company he knew to company he didn't. Arterio sat beside him, the rest of her guard following suit along the left line of the table. To her right sat Yirel and the rest of the staff. Everyone had already filled the hall with chatter, excited for their, first ever really, group dinner.
"Brought out the finery did we?" Aria joked as she reached over and grabbed some fruit and bread from the platters already set on the table.
"The food is not what makes a dinner fancy Mistress, but rather the atmosphere." Yirel responded. She set a napkin on her lap before filling her plate as well, eating with the proper silverware.
"Damn you're making me look bad." Aria laughed as she popped a grape in her mouth.
"No accounting for how you were raised I suppose." Yirel answered as she ate a piece of cheese with what Aria could only assume was a cheese fork.
"I was raised that it shouldn't take hours to dine." Aria grinned as she ripped a piece of bread and ate it.
"You hardly act like a magister at all." Fenris spoke up breaking the mood. Arterio let out a bark of laughter startling Aria and causing her to turn red.
"No, she does not." Arterio agreed slapping the elf on the back.
"Well now that we've all thoroughly embarrassed me, can we start dinner?" Aria muttered as she chewed on a piece of cheese.
"Yes Arterio, let's not ruin the dinner I worked so hard on putting together." Yirel glowered down the head of her guard who in turn looked away eating his food in silence.
"Don't mind Mistress Aria or Arterio too much, they seem to lack most of the manners we were raised with." Yirel calmly explained.
"Rude..." Aria muttered as once again Arterio started laughing.
Aria didn't miss the small smile that broke across Fenris' face as he filled his plate.
~Break~
The dinner was a success, and now everyone was winding down for the evening, Aria included. She was reading a book about a princess running off with a pauper; it was predictable and lewd. Still, with a bottle of wine under her belt it almost seemed better.
Her toe tapped to the music that flowed through her phone, still dead to the world but working with a simple spell, or two.
Maybe it was foolish to dig it out and tinker, but if there was a time she needed a connection to herself it was now.
'You, you love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you.'
Her hand was moving in the air now, another drink to her lips as the noise bathed her in memories.
'My one, when all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman.'
The smell of smoke entered her mind as the taste of whisky whispered her breath. How many nights had she stumbled home drunk? Too many to remember.
What she wouldn't give for a fucking cigarette. Poor Fenris, stuck with a mess of a mage like her.
'And I, I feel it after midnight, a feelin' that you can't fight.'
She used to dance, brightly lit in the night. She used to lose herself in the feeling of the sound and heat; lost to her responsibilities for a moment.
Standing on tingling legs she moved as the beat hit hear ears.
'My one, it lingers when we're done, you'll believe God is a woman.'
She spun on her feet, hands dancing up, the skirt of her dress twirling up.
'I don't wanna waste no time, yuh, you ain't got a one-track mind, yuh.'
Did it really matter who she was anymore? The time had come and passed, she had little choice but to press on. She stopped for a moment as the thunder of the song rocked her mind. She took another sip and spun, a splash of wine spilling to the rug beneath her.
'Have it any way you like, yuh, and I can tell that you know I know how I want it.'
She didn't hear the door open, or close. She was lost in the maze of her mind; the haze of her memories.
She motioned and flourished towards herself, eyes closing after another drink.
'Ain't nobody else can relate, boy, I like that you ain't afraid.'
Nothing mattered now, nothing except keeping her promise to Fenris. She had failed everyone else, this time she would succeed. Perhaps, make sense of her shattered past and make up for all the messed up bar fights and cruel words left in her wake.
'Baby, lay me down and let's pray, I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it.'
Self-deprecation never suited her. She wore it like she wore an unsightly shade of yellow. Perhaps, in a more sober mind she would have berated the complete loss of all composure. Twisting herself around she felt airy light, no doubt from the wine she had consumed.
'And I can be all the things you told me not to be (Yuh).'
How many bottles was it? She spun again.
'When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing (Yuh).'
Was it two? No...three?
'And he see the universe when I'm in company, it's all in me.'
She kept spinning, her mind trying to pick out how many bottles she had had. She was sure it had only been one, but now it felt like two or three.
'You, you love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you.'
She missed the footsteps nearing her as she spun again, her face turning to the ceiling. The sound kept washing as the echo of alcohol thundered in her veins; it was most definitely tequila she missed the most.
'My one, when all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman.'
She twisted once more, her world spinning and she let out the smallest giggle as everything turned and turned...without end.
'And I, I feel it after midnight, a feelin' that you can't fight.'
Her world turned suddenly sideways and the air rushed past her in a flurry as her legs knocked together, her balance lost.
'My one, it lingers when we're done, you'll believe God is a woman.'
She missed the hard feeling of the floor as warm arms brushed her chest and back. Staring at the tanned skin she followed the lithe muscle, tracing the shining marks that twisted and spun from her wine-drunk state.
'I'll tell you all the things you should know, so, baby, take my hand, save your soul.'
She wondered about her wine, her hand now devilishly empty. She stared at that next, feeling a loss at the fallen drink.
'We can make it last, take it slow, hmm, and I can tell that you know I know how I want it, yuh'
She was shook from her thoughts and looked up into glowering green eyes. The music continued to thunder, so she tilted her head and giggled again as he started to yell soundlessly.
'But you different from the rest, and boy, if you confess, you might get blessed.'
If he got any angrier she was sure his face would become entirely red, like an overripe tomato!
'See if you deserve what comes next, I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I want it.'
Her hands trailed up his arms slowly, her eyes tracing the patterns as if burning them in memory.
'And I can be all the things you told me not to be (Yuh).'
Fenris stopped his tirade and froze, her touch was tender and curious, it lacked magic but his skin burned all the same.
'When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing (Yuh).'
She moved over his shoulders and up his neck, before grasping his chin and pulling him down.
'And he see the universe when I'm in company, it's all in me.'
If Fenris flinched, it didn't show. He allowed her curious and tentative exploration, and even allowed her to move his face towards hers. He was pretty sure she wouldn't try anything, but his heart pounded on.
'You, you love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you.'
She held his face between her hands and moved to her tippie-toes to reach his height. Her lips puffed out a small burst of air, her breath heavy of wine.
'My one, when all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman.'
Fenris began to move back as she moved in close, pulling his face down and towards her chest. His heart pounded on, his hands stock still where the hung in the air.
'And I, I feel it after midnight, a feelin' that you can't fight.'
She held him close to her chest without much restriction, her mouth close to the top of his head as she pet his hair. He didn't know what she wanted and his hands lowered, feeling more sure she wasn't going to do anything more.
'My one, it lingers when we're done, you'll believe God is a woman, yeah, yeah.'
She hummed along with the song for a moment, a tune Fenris didn't know, before she moved to speak into the crown of his head, one hand plucking an earbud out as the faint music could be heard.
'Yeah, yeah (God is a woman, yeah) My one (One).'
"I've not done a lot of things right in my life, when it comes to mages I'm not exactly pure. I've never consorted with demons, I've never done blood magic, but that doesn't mean I'm not stained all the same,"
'When all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman'
"But, I can promise you one thing, my loyalty. I will keep you safe, I will break Danarius' bonds, and I shall never rest until you are truly free." She spoke into his hair now, so soft that were he not an elf he wasn't sure he would have heard her.
"That's a tall order, mage..."
'You'll believe God (God is a woman) Oh, yeah (God is a woman, yeah one).'
"You...you didn't call me Mistress, I kind of like it." Aria mumbled into his snowy hair.
"Didn't know you had a thing for being disrespected." Fenris murmured back.
"What can I say? We all have our kinks. Perhaps...it is a tall order but...I give you my word and...my life."
'It lingers when we're done, you'll believe God is a woman.'
She heard his sharp intake of breath as his hold became strong, like a desperate child.
Aria held him as the music faded out through her earbuds.
Perhaps this wasn't something she should have been promising while she was drunk, but the thought had been echoing around her head for days.
She was screwed, she had become attached to him, he was like a lost puppy.
~Break~
She had been in school when the call had come in. She remembered the sirens, the torn look on her mother's face, and the tears in the twins eyes as she had rushed into the hospital waiting room.
She had barely remembered the ride, only remembering the twinkling lights of the city as her car raced through the streets. She was sure she blew through several reds, but hardly cared.
Stepping into the yellow lit white bathed waiting room she could smell the scent of 'too clean'. Her shoes squeaked at her startled entrance and she twisted to find familiar greying dark auburn hair.
Her mother turned at the sound of the doors rushing open. She was biting her nails when Aria saw her and started to cry.
"Mum?" She whispered as she was gathered into her arms, sobs tearing through her mother's small frame.
"My dear, y-your father, he didn't make it. T-they say it was a rogue blood mage, he had most likely died at the scene...but they wanted to make sure." Her mother was trying to ease her guilt, she was trying to erase the pain of missing this moment with her family.
Somehow, once again, she had failed.
The twins were thirteen, but they looked so small huddled there in the uncomfortable chairs of the hospital.
"It's not your fault, dear, it's important you attend your studies." Her mother soothed.
"Yeah, the same studies that killed dad!" Her brother hissed as Bethany sobbed harder into his shoulder.
"Carver!" Her mother barked, tear stained face turning red with anger. "Apologise to your sister right now!"
"Fat chance, she's as bad as him playing with the devil." His face was dark as he spoke and Aria felt another stab in her heart.
"Carver! Apologise right now! You know that nonsense isn't true! Not all mage's make deals with demons, in fact, they help protect us against them!" Her mother had moved from her side and was now towering over the twins.
"Tell that to dad." Carver spat back.
The echoing cries of her sister, Bethany, took over the rest of the argument as her mother rushed to calm her youngest.
She never forgot the look in her brothers eyes that time.
~Break~
She awoke with a bruising headache and a pounding heart. She hadn't thought of that day in a long time. She had still been attending the University as a student and her father had been working as a Detective of the APD.
She broke her mother's heart in many ways over the course of her life, but she knew missing her father's last moments was the biggest one.
Sitting up she noticed she was tucked into her bed, dressed in her bed clothes. She couldn't remember how, beyond drinking way too much and making Fenris a promise.
Wait, she had made Fenris a promise, a promise to help him no matter the costs. Well, it must have been him who had attended to her.
A rush of embarrassment surged through her and she felt stupid. He must take her for a sap filled fool. She had made such outlandish promises. She could blame it on the drink, perhaps the drink and the book she had been reading? It had to have made her beyond emotional to have had reduced to her such embarrassing actions.
She let out another groan knowing it was hardly the book that had made her act that way. Still, Fenris had to clean up the mess and for that she felt awful.
She got up and got ready for her day, head pounding at every step. She at least owed him some sort of explanation.
~Break~
She found him in the kitchens having lunch. She approached and he barely regarded her, which made her all the more nervous.
"Fenris?" She asked, wary of upsetting him.
"Mage?" He asked with a small smile causing her to redden.
"I-but-wait-what?" She spluttered out, wincing at the volume.
"Can I help you?" He asked as he finished his meal and turned towards her.
"I just wanted to say sorry for being a drunk and passing out last night. Thank you for taking care of me." Aria bowed awkwardly not sure if that was something she was supposed to do. She had already broken every rule and was now at a loss.
"Mage, a-are you bowing!?" Fenris asked, eyes wide as he took her in.
"Yes?" Aria asked, straightening her back. Fenris looked her up and down before he burst into laughter and walked past her. His hand landed on her shoulder and he turned towards her.
"I will meet you in the Library for my lessons once you are done your lunch, oh my apologies, I suppose for you it's breakfast." He offered the smallest grin and was gone.
"What the fuck just happened?" Aria asked as Yirel led her to sit down and gave her a plate.
"I believe you got exactly what you've been asking for." She laughed as she left to clean Fenris' dishes.
~Break~
Once her belly was full and her composure collected, she entered the Library finding Fenris practicing the alphabet, humming an oddly familiar song.
"What are you humming?" Aria asked.
"Just a song I heard recently, one I think you'll know." Fenris continued to hum as she sat down.
"Ok, colour me confused, can you at least give me a hint?" She asked as she gave up playing whatever game he was at.
Fenris moved to his pockets and pushed something across the table, her eyes lit up as it dawned on her; Fenris had her cellphone.
"Interesting contraption, at first it had me concerned, until I realized all it did was play music," He looked her up and down with his arms crossed. "Obviously I have no idea HOW it works, but what I do know is this is not Tervinter technology, nor is it technology I have seen anywhere else. So, tell me, where did it, and you, come from?"
Fenris had leaned over the table and was very close to her face now. She cursed her stupidity and wondered if she could even TELL him the truth, odds were he wouldn't believe the explanation, she wasn't entirely sure she believed what had happened to her either.
Worse still, she feared his disgust at HOW she ended up here.
She may not have summoned the demonspawn, or whatever it was, but she had still used it's magic all the same, if even by force.
"You wouldn't believe me." She explained.
"Try me." Fenris growled, his temper rising.
"My my, such a temper for a previous slave, where has it been all this time?" Aria mocked, disliking his turn to aggression.
He growled and slammed his hand against the table causing his papers to fall to the ground.
"Stop playing with me, mage, tell me the truth!" His voice shook at the end and the trembling in his arms sparked every nerve in Aria's body to shoot off.
Her eyes moved to his hands for a moment, painfully aware of what they were capable of, before moving to his eyes. She held him for a moment, before stilling the table.
"I will not respond to anger, so either sit down and listen, or leave." She wasn't sure what he would do, she was almost entirely sure he would stomp out.
So when he didn't, she had little to do but tell him the painful truth of how she got there.
~End Chapter 4~
Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this one. I have worked hard on trying to create a feeling in the scenes and work on my over describing as well as under describing (gotta find that sweet spot!) Also, oooo tables have turned on Aria now! We are starting to see a bit more of our favourite Elf's personality :)
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