{ sancta-mater ⋯ ;
Wandering about with a goal of seeking out the current birthday boy, Kaspar at last caught sight of him from afar. Approaching swiftly, in a silent manner, he beamed happy with his new belongings that would soon be passed on.
"Happy Birthday to~ you~" Came harmonious tones of unfaltering vocalizations, the familiar song continuing to ring out into the air, exposing his once silent approach. Unhesitatingly, his filled hands were stretched out. "I believe I promised you something?"
Upon inspection, one would find an expensive; festive dessert to be garnished with exquisite decorations and presenting a utterly delicious appearance. Ah, but upon venturing out to retrieve the cake, the chipper man found himself buying different items to accompany it as well. One hand remained occupied by the delectable cake, while the remaining grasped a set of sublime balloons and a gift bag which inner contents consisted of a present Kaspar thought would be worthy of such, while remaining useful and warm for the seemingly endless winter -- a lavish; full; lengthy and comfortable scarf of emerald.










