Quartz: Well, look at that. It’s almost the new year. I’ll be.
Christopher: You’ll be four years old. Four years from the day the scribbler created you. You’re pretty young, Quartz.
Quartz: Bah, that’s amusing, coming from a beardless boy like you. Just how old are you, eh?
Christopher: Officially, I was first created for Stealing Myself From Shadows in 2003 or was it 2002? Ah, my memory goes with age. Damian and I have been floating around our scribbler’s imagination for much longer than that. Since the 1980s.
Damian: (appearing to sling an arm around Christopher’s shoulders) This makes Christopher and I about 17 years old…unless we’re between 37-40. (winks at Quartz) Either way we’re older than you, lad. Much older.
Quartz: Don’t be cheeky. There’s no way a pair of beardless boys can be younger than me. (glowers)
Danyel: (appearing) Actually, there is. We’re all characters from speculative fiction, remember?
Tayel: (stepping out beside him) Ambient fantasy, a specific flavor, yet still part of speculative fiction.
Danyel: Which means we might be older than Christopher and Damian if they’re using the 2002 or 2003 date.
Damian and Christopher: (at the same time) No, we’re not.
Tayel: (crossing his arms) Definitely not.
Rhane: (who has been rolling dice in a corner, not that anyone notices) I was created in 2000 or earlier if you count my time as a character in the Keep. This makes me at least 19 years old…huh, that age seems to fit my concept.
Rhodry: (calling from the hole in the floor) Not for me. I was created in 1991, which makes me…31 years old?!
Kyra: (in the hole, in the darkness, in her miniature dragon form, sitting on Rhodry’s shoulder) Cheer up, you’re not as old as I am. Our scribbler created me when she was a child back in 1984, so I would be 35.
Grace: (appearing in her red jacket and green skirt, holding Theodora in her arms) And I was the first creator our scribbler ever created. (looks very proud of herself) I’m older than Kyra…I’m 36.
Quartz: Blimey, I’m…the youngest?!
Briar: (appearing to wrap her arms him) Not the youngest. Your brothers are the same age.
Quartz: (looking grumpy) Only you yourself are a little older since the scribbler thought of you first, eh?
Briar: (withdrawing) Well…err…
Nimmie Not: (materializing to wrap his arms around Quartz) Cheer up, old man! (cuddling up to him and stroking his beard) I’m younger than you, remember!
The rest of my characters and myself: Happy New Year, everyone!