They stood quietly for a moment, gazing at nothing in particular, silence settling over them after the laughter faded.
Drahon's eyes slowly drifted toward the Tower in the distance.
Damn.
He had forgotten about it.
That was supposed to be their next step… until the stats, the banter, and the laughter had pulled them away from it.
Ayvira stared into the horizon while Devon was still grinning faintly, like he was trying to recover, because who knew, he might not laugh like that again for a long time.
Then, without cue, all three glanced at one another… and burst into another wave of restrained chuckles.
"Sorry about your parents though," Devon said, stepping forward.
"Yeah," Ayvira added. "I mean, we've all had our share of heavy pasts, but yours... Sounds rougher."
Drahon gave a half-smile and shrugged.
"Fuck them, honestly. If they could abandon me just because of my horns and never come back… then to hell with them."
