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The naming ceremony morning arrived with clear, bright skies; the stormy nights of Eleanor's labor are now a distant past. The sense of expectation was palpable among the group as they convened in the hallowed woods. Here, the lofty trees stood like pillars of a grand, natural church, their limbs mingling high above to craft a roof that sprinkled the sun's rays into a gentle, amber radiance