What was the essence of a birthday party?
Well, frankly, the answer would vary depending on who you asked.
To some, it could mean walking through fiery carpets or getting the rare privilege of going out one more time during the year. To others, it meant gifts, an excuse to eat more, or endless rounds of singing.
Yeah. A whole lot of singing.
And now, after sixty-six years of existence, on the occasion of his sixty-seventh birthday, Orien Vathros finally experienced an essence of celebration he never expected.
"Uhm… hey, wait! Isn't this already too much?!"
The baby dragon wanted nothing more than to hide. He tried the table first, then behind people, and even attempted to vanish entirely with magic. Unfortunately, every effort ended the same way: thwarted. His uncle kept undoing his spells with casual precision, showing no mercy even on his birthday.
A choked whimper slipped past Orien's lips.
How could he be like this?
