Sora and Brie enjoyed all of the guests that arrived for Xander's fourth birthday and were tired from thanking everyone for coming. 25 generations of Brie's family came as well as a few generations from Sora's, gods, goddesses and all types of different souls from each race.
Despite 2 years passing, Sora struggled with the idea of finding the souls from Earth who were certainly in Paradise. 'I'm not ready to face them… not yet, at least.'
Fortunately, Luna strolled over to the table Sora and Brie were sitting and holding hands at. She waved and eventually sat with them.
"I miss being able to turn into a werewolf sometimes," Luna sighed while admiring Xander's enthusiasm.
"Wait, Xander used to love your werewolf form. Brie, didn't he always grow at like 3 times the speed of humans? Why is he slowing down? He's 4 now but looks like he's 8 or 9, not 12." Sora asked.
Brie sat silently for a moment, trying to think of any logical explanation.
