When I was born, my father and mother’s friends from all across the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands came to visit. They all brought generous gifts and kept saying how wonderful the occasion was, much to my parents’ delight.
But the moment they stepped inside and saw me in the arms of an immortal attendant, their faces instantly took on an expression of awkward hesitation.
My mother was an Immortal Lord, and my father was one too. Yet I was a little colorful chick with sparse, mottled feathers.
