Dragoncrest Cliffs when this pine sapling grows to flower, who'll be here?

Sobo was officially a yearling.

The realization dawned on him while he was plucking goldenrod in the heart of the woods. There was a tiny flurry of excitement in his chest, but besides that, he didn't feel much different than before. He paused in his gathering and set the golden flowers down, thinking he should go find his siblings to celebrate.

Then his face fell a little. He didn't think they would really want to celebrate with him. They were probably too busy babysitting someone's kids or having their own lives or whatever. It was a little childish to be excited about it, anyway. They'd probably just tease him. Sobo returned to his gathering and tried to tamp down his feelings.