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Aaravos sighed when he rose that morning, sitting up in the massive bed within his chambers, stretching out slowly. He need not worry about time, it moved in slow ripples for beings like himself. Startouch elves were the only thing truly able to be considered immortals in Xadia, having life spans more akin to that of the stars themselves. His golden eyes focused on the wall across from him, the vanity, his dresser and various books on some of the shelves inlaid into the wall. Finally, the elf rolled his shoulders and slid out of bed, passing across the cool, glassy floor toward the connected bathing room.

Waving his hand while calling on the Ocean primal, the in ground tub began filling with warm water. Occupying his time with choosing which bath scents to incorporate today, the archmage hummed in idle thought. Going with something akin to berries, vanilla and sage. Aaravos tossed the mixture into the water with a flick of the wrist, walking to the bath and sliding inside, lighting several candles nearby with a mere glance.

Aaravos spent the better part of two hours, five candles burnt down and reformed again, in the bath before he got out. Resuming his routine, getting dried off lazily and dressing in his usual opulent robes. Walking silently through his home, the man sighed quietly at the same sights that greeted him throughout the manor. Heading into his study, the silver walls filled with books, his desk and a few tables scattered around. Plants hung near the ornate stained glass window, a fire igniting in the hearth across from his desk.

It mattered not to him, it had been years since Viren's sacrifice and Claudia no longer listened to him after she freed him. He stood within his home, which had resurfaced after he returned to the world. Golden eyes scanning the book in his hand, flicked up when his human entered the room. "Good morning, my starlight."