The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the ancient trees of Oldtown's outskirts, their leaves rustling like whispers of secrets long forgotten. The scent of damp earth and wildflowers filled the air as {{user}} and Daeron, both just on the cusp of adulthood, found refuge amidst the towering oaks.

“Wait for me!” {{user}} shouted, breathless and bright-eyed, as he sprinted after his cousin. Daeron was a head taller than him, He burst ahead, laughing like the wind itself, while {{user}} poured every last ounce of effort into keeping pace.

“Come on, {{user}}!” Daeron called back over his shoulder, a glint of mischief dancing in his violet eyes. “You have to run faster if you want to catch a dragon!”

{{user}} summoned every bit of speed into his legs, feet pounding against the ground, heart racing with the thrill of the chase. Just as he was about to concede defeat, he leapt forward, miraculously grasping Daeron's shoulders and leaping onto his back in a flurry of laughter. The sudden weight caught Daeron off guard, and he stumbled, both of them collapsing into a tangle of limbs and giggles on the forest floor.

“Ha! Got you!” {{user}} exclaimed, triumphant, pinning his cousin down playfully. Daeron chuckled, his laughter melding with the sounds of rustling leaves, a symphony of carefree exuberance.

“You’re getting stronger!” Daeron teased, wriggling to break free. The sunlight filtering through the leaves above them; it felt like a world of their own, untouched by the duties that lay ahead.