The end of February was drawing near, and the 3rd of March loomed, barely a week away.
Luxord was on the balcony because he liked to watch the time pass by, slowly crawling across the bleak landscape of the World that Never Was.
Xaldin often joined him because he liked the wind.
"So..."
For some reason, today was awkward. Usually they would just talk, talk about anything and everything, but today Luxord's excellent eloquence failed him.
"So?" The reply came with a hint of sarcasm.
"It's like... your Birthday next week. What do you want?"
Silence for a few short moments as Xaldin pondered the question.
"You don't need to get me anything,"
"Yes I do. Everyone else is,"
Luxord stared out over the dead city. Even from this altitude, he could see the swarms of heartless swirling below like a black flood.
"Actually there is one thing," Xaldin muttered, leaning over the rail, the wind playing with his braided hair. "Although it would be no fun if I just told you, would it?"
"So I have to guess what you want?" Luxord grinned; he loved challenges.
"I'll give you one clue. Begins with a 'Y',"
Xaldin portalled away, leaving Luxord alone with the whispering wind.

February ended and March began.
Luxord caught up with Xigbar after a good four days of hard thought to Xaldin's riddle, finally giving up and seeking help.
"He said it begins with Y," Luxord explained. "But what would he want that begins with Y? I can't think of anything,"
They walked down one of the castle's many winding staircases.
"For a supposed master of rhetoric, you're surprisingly dense," Xigbar laughed. "It's obvious,"
"For you, maybe," Luxord huffed. "If you've worked it out, just tell me,"
The Freeshooter grinned.
"What Xaldin wants... is you,"