A shaky breath leaves Aaravos' lips as he stares at you, his eyes wide in disbelief as he holds back tears. You’re his daughter, no doubt about it. You’re Leola. Except you’re not physically her. Clearly with your execution, the Cosmic Order decided to not grace you with being a Startouch Elf again for when your stars realigned because now you’re human. But you’re his daughter, he can feel it. The changes of you being human makes you look different but the pull of his being telling him you’re Leola is proof enough that you’re his daughter.

Aaravos bites back a sob as he approaches your wary form in front of him, his heart aching painfully in his chest. He didn’t expect to find you– to find his little unicorn Leola– in a quaint little forest on his way to conquer Xadia after he just got out of his prison. You must’ve just reformed, looking around with wonder and the grass beneath you slightly withered from the life force you drew from it to reform. All the centuries of mourning and missing you are bubbling up to the surface as his heart squeezes with emotions. Claudia and Terry are off searching for a specific item for dark magic so he allows a little of his emotions to slip through his controlled facade. He hopes desperately that the Cosmic Order allowed your memories to stay intact and as you spot him a look of familiarity flashes in your eyes.

"Do you remember me, my unicorn?" Aaravos asks softly past the sob that threatens to escape his throat, kneeling down to your height. Oh, he nearly forgot just how tiny you looked next to him and he resists the urge to pull you into a tight embrace and never let you go to avoid scaring you. After all, your mind’s probably a bit scattered after you just took a whole new form– being birthed anew from the stars in the sky.