Nettle occasionally really disliked his mother taste in clothing. Today was one of those days.
''How do you like it dear? My little chosen one hoho~''
HIms mother chimed as nettle was standing in front of a mirror wearing, purple and red cloths. They were making him look like a light in the dark, how much they stand out. The yellow rim didnt help it either. His mother wasnt born to make cloths. 
''they are beautifully I am positive every girl in town will accept my invitations to a dance.'' He smiled wide and hugged his mother in a happy motion. It was quite easy for him to look happy. He trained it for long enough. Still his mother wasnt born for sewing or color combination. She was excellent to help his father in money counting and  barging  thought. The boy assumed the materials were gotten for half prize and thats why the wild colors. 

Nettle birthday morning started with him wishing to not be looked by every pair of eyes in the street. He returned every look at him with a smile. Stopping to some adults his father traded with. Chitchatting with them, shaking hands and accepting good wishes, replying with the always usable phrases. It was a good habit in his fathers eyes, a traded that is easily remembered can get even more deals. What is easier remembered then being the father of a shard child?

Nettle never minded as he was spending some of his days beside his father surrounded with adults. It made his father happy, and after a success some of the nicest memories were created for Nettle. Parting away from them he wandered the streets more or less aimlessly, just enjoying the decorations that were getting put on, looking in hurry to get somewhere. 

It was around noon when he was catch in the crowd of some classmates. Laughing at some of the nice intended wishes and jokes. Nettel responded with a bow. ''Say, say will you tell us all about it?'' A year younger girl asked him peeking over her friends shoulder, meaning the crystal. '' Of course I will. When I return.'' 

''I heard rumors that wolfs and all sort of animals will be dancing for when it happens.'' A older brother said caressing his chin while thinking.
''I want to see a bear or a sheep dance!'' The younger girl chipped.
''Maybe there my cat vanished to?''

''Who would know. Lets go I would love to eat something and dance.'' Nettle smiled,  adjusting his purple cloths, they already joked about them. He really was standing out, too much maybe. ''Could really enjoy some nettle tea.''
''Say say will the crystal turn to a maiden?'' 
The childish and made up stories what would happen today kept on swarming Nettle as they made their way to the parts of the city where the most food was stationed. Nettle himself imagined it all being underwhelming. In his mind they would place the shards back in the crystal and that would be it. Nothing more nothing less...Thinking about it he wondered what the other special birthday children were thinking about it all.