Winter: Hello, torturers--I mean, readers!

Winter: Welcome back, and here's a short summery of what's been going on: my kids, they grown a little, especially Armie who's one years old, and speaking of growing old...

Winter: It's Starskipper's birthday today. Yep, and hopefully she will...nevermind.

Winter: Lastly, you're wondering why I'm not joining celebration right now. Well--

*Qibli barges in*

Qibli: Winter, get your ass outta here!

Winter: Fuck no!

Qibli: You can't hide in your blanket fort forever!

Winter: That's what you think...

*Winter then wrapped himself in an inescapable blanket cocoon*

Qibli: Three moons! Don't you want to celebrate your daughter's birthday?

Winter: *slight muffled* Of course, I do! But I can't believe you invited them here!

Qibli: *sigh*

Qibli: Hey, Readers. You're probably wondering why Winter is being a HUGE TURD! Well, we decided--

Winter: You decided.

Qibli: Fine, I decided instead of inviting our friends, we throw a big reunion for both Winter's and my families, so they can meet our kids, and hopefully we can rekindle with them.

Winter: Even though they're all fucking terrible....except Hailstorm.

Qibli: C'mon, that's what you thought about Cobra and Tundra, and they turned out to be pretty good grandmas.

Winter: Cobra still hands out knives to our kids.

Qibli: It's the thought that counts!

Winter: And what did our friends think about not being invited to their niece's birthday?

Qibli: Uh, I think they understood...

Winter: Turtle was crying for two hours, Moon had to comfort him, and Kinkajou fucking swore a slow painful death.

Qibli: OK, they were disappointed, but we'll have enough time for them later on. So, stop being so immature, and get out there and wish your daughter a happy birthday!

Winter: ...

Winter: Fine. But I'm doing this for Starskipper, not for them. *crawls out of blankets*

Qibli: Me too, Winter.

*Together, the two walked out side by side. There was a huge party being thrown in the living room, with both Winter's family and Qibli's family mingling*

Icicle: I don't see why we IceWings have to hang out with these barbarians.

Rattlesnake: Bitch, wanna say that to my face?

Cobra: You two brats! Stop fighting! We're are at a children's party, try to be respectful.

Rattlesnake & Icicle: ...

Cobra: Good. Now, where can I get a fucking decent snack in this shithole, that's not fucking grape flavoured?

Winter: Still happy with your choices, Qibli?

Qibli: I stand by my opinion.

*nearby, Sirocco is talking Armadillo, Vanilla, and Dawn*

Sirocco: So, good siblings don't try to kill each other?

Vanilla: Yeah, I don't get it either.

Armadillo: Vanilla!

Armadillo: And yes, Uncle Sirocco, mast homicide is indeed bad.

Sirocco: Oh.

Dawn: You can try hugging your siblings, that shows them you love them! *proceeds to hug her siblings*

Sirocco: Hugs, you say...

Sirocco: Rattlesnake, can I have a hug?

Rattlesnake: Fuck off.

Sirocco: *😞*

*Meanwhile, Snowfall and Hailstorm was getting the cake ready, and Winter and Qibli approached them*

Qibli: Cake is OK?

Hailstorm: All good here.

Snowfall: Can't wait for her to try it, it was delivered freshly from the palace's kitchen.

Winter: I'm surprised you're here.

Snowfall: Well, a part of me always wanted kids.

Qibli: That's right, you don't have dragonets. I guess, you don't have any heirs to fight you for the crown.

Snowfall: Except for Icicle.

Winter: And technically, Vanilla.

Snowfall: Oh yes, Van--

Snowfall: ...

*Snowfall turned, and looked in Vanilla's direction. Vanilla was staring back at her*

Vanilla: *mouthing* Long live the queen.

Snowfall: ....

Snowfall: Well, I'm fucked.

*A while later, everyone gathered around the giant cake*

Winter: OK, everyone! Hailstorm went to go fetch Starskipper, and I want everyone to behave after she arrives. So, no more--

*suddenly there was a bang! at the door*

Winter: ....Qibli, did you invite anyone else?

Qibli: No...

*Winter carefully crept towards the door, and opened it. Suddenly, a form toppled inside, and he was familiar*

Qibli: Vulture!?

Cobra: Grandfather!?

Vulture: *cough! cough!*

Qibli: Vulture, what are you--

Vulture: *cough!* *cough!* *cough!*

Qibli: Vulture--

Vulture: *COUGH!* *COUGH!* Fuck my life! *COUGH!* *COUGH!*

Vulture: *inhale*

Vulture: OK, where the hell am I?

Qibli: Vulture, how are you here, I thought you disappeared?

Vulture: I did disappear, after you did that crazy shit with the sandstorm! So I walked the miles of the godforsaken desert! And find myself on this mountain. And, now I'm here.

Cobra: Grandfather, do you need anything?

Vulture: Get me some fucking water.

Cobra: Got it!

*Cobra ran out, before running back in and giving Vulture a glass water*

Cobra: Is it good?

Vulture: Sure.

Cobra: Do you love me now?

Vulture: Nah *tosses glass back to her*

Winter: Oh no! I cannot have another murderous family member at this party! You need to leave, Vulture.

Vulture: Who are you?

Qibli: That's my husband.

Winter: And you and I already met, asshole!

Vulture: *squints eyes* Hmmm, let me see...

Vulture: Aha! You're the dude with the scavenger fetish.

Winter: *RAGE*

Vulture: Jeez. Qibli, control your bitch.

Qibli: *sigh* Believe me, I tried.

Winter: Hey! Not helping!

Qibli: Sorry. Winter's right, you need to leave--

Dawn: Hey! It's not nice to kick grandpa out!

Vulture: .....when did children get here?

Qibli: Dawn, you don't understand, he's a murderous fiend.

Armadillo: So are they.

*He points to most of dragons in the room*

Cobra: True.

Icicle: True.

Rattlesnake & Sirocco: True.

Tundra: I hid the body, you can't prove anything.

Everyone: ...

Tundra: Uh! Nevermind!

Armadillo: Anyway....if you are willing to give these dragons a second chance, why not do the same for Vulture?

Qibli: ....fine.

Winter: Are you fucking serious?

Qibli: He's got a point, Winter.

Winter: OK, but I'm keeping an eye on you, Vulture.

Vulture: If you say so.

Hailstorm: *comes in* The birthday girl is ready!

*Hailstorm placed Starskipper in a chair in front of the cake, everyone sang to her. After the song, Winter walked up to her*

Winter: Do you have a wish, sweetheart?

Starskipper: ...

Winter: Hehe. Still mute, I see...don't worry, we'll get it next time.

Qibli: Time to prepare the candles.

*Qibli was about to lit the candles, when suddenly, the cake started vibrating. Out of nowhere, the top of the cake exploded, and out bursts out Kinkajou*

Kinkajou: You think you can kick me out of the party? Ha!

Winter: What the fuck!?

Vulture: *points to Kinkajou* Is that a hallucination? I want to make sure, I drank a lot of weird shit in the desert.

Starskipper: *proceeds to eat cake anyway*

Winter: *facepalms*

Winter: Anyway, Readers. Ask or Dare me anything. For example, dare Kinkajou to get out of the FUCKING CAKE!

Kinkajou: I AM INVINCIBLE!

Winter: See you soon...