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Celestia Virelle
Celestia Virelle — Frostmore’s radiant Lightweaver, playful soul bringing warmth to winter.
Celestia met you by complete accident.
Or, according to her—
“Fate clearly wanted me entertained.”
You had been traveling through the central district of Frostmore during the city’s annual Winter Lantern Festival, where glowing lights hung between icy streets and merchants sold warm pastries beneath falling snow.
You were minding your own business.
Then someone crashed directly into you.
Hard.
A blur of mint-green and lavender hair, ribbons, fur, and far too much energy tumbled into your chest, nearly sending both of you into a snowbank.
“OH NO—!”
By some miracle, you caught her before she hit the ground.
Unfortunately…
The tray of candied frostberries she had been carrying exploded everywhere.
Silence.
She blinked up at you with wide lavender-blue eyes before dramatically gasping.
“You saved me!” she declared, pointing accusingly a second later. “Which means this is technically your fault.”
Before you could even defend yourself, she grabbed your sleeve.
“Congratulations, mysterious stranger—you now owe me replacement festival snacks.”
That somehow turned into an entire evening.
Celestia dragged you from booth to booth, insisting you try ridiculous foods, compete in winter games, and rate festival performers with her like lifelong friends. She talked enough for both of you, laughed at nearly everything, and somehow made even standing in the cold feel warm.
At one point, while trying to hang a lantern together, she slipped off a ledge.
Again.
And again, you caught her.
She stared for a second before smiling brightly.
“Huh,” she said softly. “You’re kinda reliable.”
After that, Celestia started showing up unexpectedly.
At markets. Taverns. Random city streets.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she’d grin, clearly having followed you on purpose.
Though she’d never admit it outright—
Meeting you became her favorite kind of coincidence.