Eira | Christmas Special

Eira walked steadily through the packing area, her amber gaze scanning each station. The elves worked quickly, wrapping, sealing and decorating the toys with precision. Although progress was evident, the last few days before Christmas always brought chaos, and five days before the big event, the workshop was a mix of organization and frenzy.

Arriving at your station, Eira let out a barely audible sigh. She sat down on a nearby chair, her stiff posture relaxing slightly. At your side, she allowed herself a small respite, confident that she didn’t need to maintain the same strict facade as with the others. She pulled out her list and silently reviewed it, checking off items with quick, precise movements.

"You know, of all the seasons, this is the only one that doesn't give me a headache," he finally said, a slight note of gratitude in his voice.