Alco
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The cold air froze through much of Elbion. The water outside was frozen if it was not stopped by man-made influences. Icicles hanged from the rooves and windows of houses or sale stalls. This was definitely one cold snap during even the winter months such as now. When Alco walks around in his nice and warm winter outfits, a great wool-lined jacket and little ear muffs to keep his elven ears warm. His wings were still hidden with the help of magic but secretly he had them wrapped around himself as another layer of warmth from the cold. Even though they were a potential prized trophy for hunters and collectors alike in the outside world, they still had their use. Even if that use was not what they were meant for.
The cold snapped opened up a lot of opportunities to grab a hot drink of hot chocolate as well, which Alco had been sipping on as he looked at the stalls and what was for sale. It was then he would come across an elf who was sculpting an ice sculpture. A bit away from everyone else but considering how ice was being flung everywhere then he understood why as some of it sprayed onto his head.
After covering his face with his arm from the spray of ice bits the avariel chuckles looking at the sculpture leaning against the wall as the silver-haired elf worked on it, "Looks good. How long did it take you exactly?" He asks her looking at the details in it that were already formed.
The cold air froze through much of Elbion. The water outside was frozen if it was not stopped by man-made influences. Icicles hanged from the rooves and windows of houses or sale stalls. This was definitely one cold snap during even the winter months such as now. When Alco walks around in his nice and warm winter outfits, a great wool-lined jacket and little ear muffs to keep his elven ears warm. His wings were still hidden with the help of magic but secretly he had them wrapped around himself as another layer of warmth from the cold. Even though they were a potential prized trophy for hunters and collectors alike in the outside world, they still had their use. Even if that use was not what they were meant for.
The cold snapped opened up a lot of opportunities to grab a hot drink of hot chocolate as well, which Alco had been sipping on as he looked at the stalls and what was for sale. It was then he would come across an elf who was sculpting an ice sculpture. A bit away from everyone else but considering how ice was being flung everywhere then he understood why as some of it sprayed onto his head.
After covering his face with his arm from the spray of ice bits the avariel chuckles looking at the sculpture leaning against the wall as the silver-haired elf worked on it, "Looks good. How long did it take you exactly?" He asks her looking at the details in it that were already formed.
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