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[hurricane_chris]

Xander's birthday was on October 27th. Athrun's birthday is today, October 29th. This calls for a celebration!

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for dad

[upbraids]

You always prefer a quiet birthday, but-

[Siegbert leads Xander to his father's study. Not a single trace of paperwork is on the desk, as a few certain siblings of Xander's took off with them to prevent their eldest brother from working on his birthday. They gave Siegbert a chance to place his present within, which he motions to a new artwork on the wall.]

I still wished to give you a present.

[It's a painting of a sunrise among an open field near Nohr's borders. While Nohr has always been a land of night, the sun opening up it's light on the land adds a bit of wonder for those who caught eye of the sight. It was clearly set during the autumn time, most likely a painting that took a few months to create.

The piece is untitled, but a small signature of an artist in the corner shows who created the piece. It took time and patience, but Siegbert is happy enough with it to present to his father.]

I must confess that I did sneak out several nights to go capture this scene and I will accept any punishment as you see fit, but... A gift created is more precious than a gift bought. It is also more deserving for not only a king, but for a dear father.

[He smiles at Xander, to check his father's reaction.]

Happy birthday, Father.

[blackparagon]

[Without asking any questions, Xander followed Siegbert to his own study, wondering what it was his son wanted to show him. When he enters, he's surprised by...well, a few things.

He notices that his desk is cleared off. Hopefully whoever did that kept all of the stuff, because he had some stuff in there he wants to hold on to.

But that gets immediately pushed to the back of his mind. Xander stares in awe at the painting sitting on his desk, his mouth open slightly, eyes wide.]

That -- you...

[Not often is Xander at a loss for words. He has to swallow before he can get what he wants to say out.]

You painted this yourself?

[He steps up to his desk and rests his fingers along the edges of the frame.]

Siegbert, this is beautiful.