"Hey Alm! Check THIS out!" Delthea called out to him, shortly after clapping her hands and evoking an impressive fire- multicolored and everything- that scorched the air before wind shaped it into a brilliant flower. In the meantime, Tatiana and Mathilda had gotten up behind it, and now as it sputtered out they held up the birthday boy's roast (traditionally Rigelian with Tati's guidance) with large grins. "Happy birthday, Alm!" The three cried... with Sonya nodding with a wry grin. ~fairelance
Delthea’s spry cry draws Alm’s attention, eyes wide and fixated on the flames the colorful fire that lit the air in its playful light. It’s a beautiful display, one that draws a smile to his face that grows wider as the magic takes its intended shape. “Wow, Delthea! That’s wonderfu—”
His words sputter to a halt when he finally catches sight of the three (four?) partners in crime, roast on hand. “I... this is for me?”
He’s touched, he really is, and it shows on his face as he takes the meal in his hands, stomach rumbling at the smell. “Thanks, guys! All of you!” Surprise turns to excitement, and had Alm not been holding a very, very important gift, he might have been bouncing at the balls of his feet. “Why don’t you all join me? Meals are always better in company!”
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