The Kael'Dri Estate was in a full festive mode, or it seemed like it. There was a small party going on, organized by the eldest children of the Kael'Dris, Regnare, and Xander. This might seem... unnecessary, but you gotta enjoy once in a while...
Delphina, who now looked like a twenty-year-old lady, set up the place with her cousin, Ivy, Lamair's daughter, who was a giantess. Lamair's line was a line of 8-foot-tall giants, so his children picked it up, and it became even more defined after the primord ascension.
Werock and Devon helped by arguing loudly.
"This is crooked."
"It's not crooked, your eyes are crooked."
"The banner is literally leaning!"
"It's called style, Devon. Ever heard of it?"
"I've heard of doing things properly."
"And I've heard of you losing to me in three different games yesterday."
Devon froze.
"…We are not bringing that up here."
