The birthday party continued, the warmth of the evening settling over the restaurant like a soft blanket. The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The laughter and chatter filled the space, a symphony of joy and friendship.
Each of them gave their gifts. Adam presented a finely crafted dagger, its blade etched with intricate runes. Blake offered a rare book on light magic, its pages yellowed with age. Khione gave a small, elegant box containing a silver chain, its pendant a tiny sunburst. And Nero stepped forward, the small compass in his hand.
Lux accepted each gift with a grin, his eyes bright, but he did not open them. Not yet. He was too eager to continue celebrating, to soak in the warmth of the moment. He set the gifts aside, promising to open them later, and turned back to the party.
