Happy Birthday, times twelve

Silas had recently moved from the family rooms, having summoned enough courage to finally do so. He was still timid and unsure of himself, but every day he was getting better. There was an excited spark in his eye that promised of great things to come in his future. Silas had plenty of time to mature, and he needed that time. He did feel nervous about not meeting the standards his parents set out for him, and that morning the fear remained. However happy the celebration should be he still felt nervous as he slipped from the bedroom and made his way downstairs at their call.

The aurora marked boy made his way to the hall, preceeded by Clove, Nelu, and Solaire. He waa never the fastest of the siblings, but he made his way all the same. He had a timid smile on his features as he greeted his family, giving his dad a deep nod and giving his mother a kiss before he took his place. All the while having a hard time keeping his gaze from the gifts that were wrapped up nicely to the side while he enjoyed the scents of breakfast.