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Hwarwa frowned seeing that her son had been so emotionally traumatized. Their son who they had never wronged, but still grew up cheery and kind. She laid a hand on his shoulder, "Wolves are not supposed to be around these parts. I will check it out after your competition, you get changed." Hwarwa smiled comforting at her son, and Elanor softly brushed through his hair, "You heard your mother, we are not going to let your big moment go to waste. We know how much you trained for this day, how often you lied to us that you went to sleep."
Wilwarin pretended to be embarrassed and smiled shallowly, "Got it." He said and smiled one last time at his parents, before going upstairs. Upstairs Wilwarin looked at the doors, trying to find out his own, but then he saw a cute detail on one of the doors. It was a birch door, on it were little carvings of a rose and a sunflower. Opposite the door was a door with a little butterfly, Wilwarin smiled and went inside. As the raven said Wilwarin Varta meant 'changing butterfly', but he was somewhat sure that his mothers' names had nothing to do with flowers. He had a feeling there was something deeper about those flowers at the door. 

He walked into the room, it seemed warmer to his own. The sun shone through the window like a soft blanket, laying on the floor, the bed, and the plants on the sill. The warm color of the wood, the green of the plants, and the soft sheets on the bed. It made the room look so warm and comfortable, a huge difference to his.
Wilwarin looked at this room and thought of his, Felix. His room was black, a contrast to the soft milky white of the room he was standing in. The bed was cold, a metallic frame with dark blue sheets and pillows, but this bed had a nice wooden frame with personalized sheets and pillows that had butterflies stitched on. The room was full of personality, something his own room didn't have. Felix's room was to live in and Wilwarin's room was full of life. A heavy breath haunted the room as Wilwarin walked to the bed and sat down, he sank right in.
As he looked at the wall opposite, it was full of books. Fairytail books, or in this case history books, differences between elves and other species. He laughed to himself as he thought, 'That stupid raven didn't tell me the whole plot, he said he would tell me more. What I got was the rundown of the Empire or Kingdom I am in, I already forgotten everything anyway. The sin of world dump.'

Wilwarin stood up and walked to the wooden closet, it had was carved with butterflies and little caterpillars. He opened it up and it was a sea of light clothing, soft fabrics, and one or two pairs of sandal shoes. Wilwarin wondered how the elves dressed when it was winter. He picked a deep green undershirt and a mix of white and cream-colored cotton tulle coats.
The deep-green undershirt went down to his ankles and showed his shoulders, the white tulle coat had the same length, but had sleeves to his elbows. The cream tull coat on top went down to his knees and the sleeves were so large that it went past his wrist. When he looked at a bronze mirror on the side of his door, it looked like the fabric he was wearing was playing with him. The deep green complimented his eyes, he looked through the other drawers to find some jewelry.
Wilwarin opened his drawers and looked at the bottom of his closet and found some bronze ankle bracelets, in the drawer he found nice bronze rings, and bronze earrings with nice green jewels.
He brushed through his hair and braided those bronze rings into his hair, he put on his earrings.
It was just bronze, but it looked expensive on the dark-blond hair, he put bangles on his wrists and on his arm over the fabric.

He put on the rest and looked in the mirror, he looked divine. Wilwarin never thought he looked better, maybe it was the original owners' good looks. He smiled to himself and went out, and back down the carefully carved stairs, that he didn't notice before. The railing had beautiful flowers, from sunflowers to daisies, carved in. The more he walked down, the more the flowers changed into caterpillars and then to butterflies. It seemed like the mothers of Wilwarin, found it important to have the meaning of his names all over the house.
Wilwarin couldn't understand that, it was just a name after all. The name Felix didn't have that much meaning, or if it did he wouldn't know it. A slight look of sadness rushed through his eyes, but he put it away when he was spotted by Elanor.
A pure look of astonishment flew on her face, and a proud light, "You look enchanting."
Hwarwa came up behind her and put her arms around her shoulder, she kissed her wife on her cheek, "Just like you when you first danced, so beautiful that it took my breath away. So talented I wanted to ask you to marry me on the spot."
Elanor turned a bit red and shoved her elbow into the ribcage of Hwarwa, "It's our son's big day, not your turn to ruin it with our love life."
Hwarwa just chuckled and looked as her son came closer, "Blow them away, show them whose son you are."

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