Before he was the silver-eyed warrior, a being whose biology and constitution were a mystery some of the most brilliant minds of the universe would have a hard time figuring out, Mares had just been human.
Albeit a slightly different one.
"Why do you humans have the tradition of putting up these trees?"
Asa, always the curious one, asked as she looked at Mares all on his own holding a Christmas tree.
"Well, it's tradition and the rest I am not sure really why."
He replied, putting the tree down and scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
"Why not a real tree?"
This time the question came from the younger sister, Era, who was touching the plastic branches of the tree in confusion.
"Real trees would be hard to get."
That did not seem to convince Era, who pouted.
"I bet you could cut a tree and carry it here."
