[A birthday-related surprise is on the list of possibilities that her brain generates as Caitlyn sits in the dining room, tapping impatiently on the massive mahogany dining table as she waits for Jayce to call her. It's winter, after all, and that at least puts them near her birthday.
She's accustomed to elaborate food served in courses, gifts sent from people she doesn't know who care more about impressing her mother with their generosity than with giving her anything she'll enjoy or use, and the sort of look from her mother that says she's creeping closer to the age that she'll need to start taking more responsibility and behaving more as a Kiramman ought to. Her favourite part of most birthdays is getting it over with. A little cake with her best friend is a much better way to mark the occasion.
She blows out the candle and grabs two forks, holding one out to him so they can share the dessert, small as it is.]
Twenty-two. I'm catching up to you.
[As though he won't also be turning a year older, the next time summer rolls around.]
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She's accustomed to elaborate food served in courses, gifts sent from people she doesn't know who care more about impressing her mother with their generosity than with giving her anything she'll enjoy or use, and the sort of look from her mother that says she's creeping closer to the age that she'll need to start taking more responsibility and behaving more as a Kiramman ought to. Her favourite part of most birthdays is getting it over with. A little cake with her best friend is a much better way to mark the occasion.
She blows out the candle and grabs two forks, holding one out to him so they can share the dessert, small as it is.]
Twenty-two. I'm catching up to you.
[As though he won't also be turning a year older, the next time summer rolls around.]