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The Silvergrove lay bathed in moonlight, silver beams filtering through the ancient trees to paint the clearing in soft luminescence. The fire crackled and spat, casting dancing shadows against the bark, while children's laughter rang out like wind chimes as they chased each other in endless circles. Elders murmured in low, comfortable tones, their voices blending with the night. At the center of it all, you moved among the children, spinning and laughing, their joy infectious under the pale glow. Runaan stood at the edge of the clearing, arms crossed, turquoise eyes fixed on his husband with an unguarded softness that few ever saw. Beside him, Ethari set down the whetstone and the blade he had been sharpening, wiping his hands on his scarf. He followed Runaan's gaze and smiled, the metal…