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They neared the Hall, and they could hear her singing.

May sighed this time. "How lovely."

Grant nodded, still not used to the magical sounds. Ana couldn't talk aloud, but boy could she sing. Granted it wasn't actual words, just notes… but still.

Her voice could go from chilling to inspiring to warm in a matter of seconds. Today, as she sat perched in a tree branch, Emmett sitting near her, her song was fed by the sunshine that simmered down on her. It was happy, and it made everyone subconsciously gravitate towards the source of such amazingly pleasurable sounds.

When Ana spotted Charamaine, she leapt agilely from the low branch and ran to May's side. She smiled happily and pressed her hand to May's. She was getting a little better with human contact…

That was beautiful, Ana, May told her.

Thanks! Emmett was humming along with me.

May smiled at her, glad she'd made new friends with the others here.

Hey, May, guess what day it is today.

May looked at her, confused. Uhm, it's Wednesday, right?

Yeap. But today is my Birthday.

Oh! May's eyebrows rose. And how old are we today?



Thirty? What…

Yeah, I'm small, Ana pouted.

She doesn't look a day older than eighteen, May thought to herself; then to Ana, No, no. That's not it at all… I just… then something else occurred to her. How long had you been there?

Ana shivered under the warm sun. I'm not sure. Time is slow there; I age very, very slowly now. Hence… She gestured to her petite form. So I'm going to say that I've been there since I was about seventeen or so… in human years, that is.

May was too shocked to say anything. They moved to sit at one of the nearby picnic benches, but May couldn't even move her legs.

Baby, what is it? It was Grant this time.

She struggled to think. She's practically thirty, Grant. Ana turns thirty today. Thirty! She stressed again as she sat. She's older than I am! And I treated her like a child…

Wait. What? No… she's… she's tiny.

She'd been there since she was seventeen years old! That's what she told me.

May could feel the waves of barely-contained fury roll through her beloved. Ana had become like daughter to him.

We'll talk about it later. She interrupted whatever he was about to think next. What are we going to do for her Birthday, though?

Right as she said that, Orion walked up to them, cheerful as ever. "Afternoon, all."

Grant nodded, deep in though. May and Ana smiled at him.

He grinned. "Happy Birthday." He bent down to kiss her cheek.

May's eyes widened and Grant reached out a hand, too late.

Orion's chaste kiss lingered for a second then he stood back up, still grinning. He was oblivious to their reaction. After all, no one else knew what was about to happen…

Should've happened…

But nothing happened.

Orion just stood there smiling down at Ana, who was in too much shock to be embarrassed by the blush that had spread across her cheeks.

However, when the silence stretched, Orion realized there was something he wasn't getting. "Uhm," he started awkwardly.

May cleared her head quickly. "What's doing?"

Orion raised an eyebrow, but followed her conversation. "I'd just come to see your wing."

She nodded and let them unfold into their plane. Since her powers… manifested… her wings had turned white. Except for one part: where her uncle, Petiro, blasted something dark at her and it hit her shoulder. So now her left wing starts out black but fades quickly to white within an inch or two. It was peculiar, to say the least.

Orion looked over it thoughtfully. He hadn't had a chance to see it, yet. "You know what this means," he said after a moment of intense inspection.

Charamaine just looked up at him.

He grinned.