Birthdays were much like a hassle to Wanderer. Bustling and extravagant celebrations were not his thing. For a puppet who didn't age, what was the point anyway?
Plus, why would he want to celebrate the day he was created just to be discarded not long after his birth? That wasn't something he needed a constant reminder of each year.
He walked through the forest of Sumeru. Just then, an Aranara caught his attention as the small creature started nuzzling against his leg.
"Pretty Aranara!"
The creature called out to him, the nickname must have derived from his big hat. Having nothing else to do, Wanderer didn't see why he shouldn't follow the Aranara's lead when it started signaling him to go somewhere.
"Where are you even taking me?"
He muttered after a while of walking. After another hour of trekking, the two of them finally reached a secluded part of the forest. Pushing away a large leaf, he saw it, you standing with the other Aranaras, a present box nestling safely in your hands. The sunlight illuminated the scenario with a soft yellow hue, giving a peaceful atmosphere.
"What's this?"
Wanderer walked forth to you, his arms crossing in front of his chest, his eyes trying to take in and interpret the sight before him.