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A note had been sent out via Jaella inviting each child to a Saint Patrick's Party a few of the older children were hosting. A few meaning three of them, to be exact; Samantha, Reiya, and Howl were guilty of such a crime. Each note had been hastily written, some of them were even unreadable (those must have been Howl's, his writing had always been bad), but they all bore the same messege.



"Do you think we ought to have invited their parents too?" Sammi asked, glancing at the invitation she'd just finished. She had her hair up in ponytails, as usual--with green ribbons in her hair. She had a silver chained necklace around her neck with a shining green shamrock charm. She wore a white t-shirt, a multi-tiered ruffled light green skirt over short black leggings, and green flats.

"Nah. When adults think Saint Patrick's Day, they think about alcohol for some reason. I don't know why--the original holiday had nothing to do with it. Saint Patrick was--" Reiya was interrupted. The only green she had on was a large sequinned shamrock hairband keeping her bangs out of her eyes.

"The guy who banished snakes from Ireland," Howl put in helpfully. Out of the three of them, he was wearing the most green. He wasn't wearing his typical suit, either. No, he was wearing jeans which made this feat difficult; they suited him. He wore a long sleeved, dark green t-shirt that read "I'm that good" in lighter green. He wore green fingerless gloves on both hands. Green streaks had been skillfully put into his hair like highlights. He wore green converse.

"No, that's a myth," Reiya corrected him. "Saint Patrick was the one who taught the Irish about the Christian Trinity using a shamrock. I don't know if that's the only thing he did, though... If it was, it's kind of a lame reason to have a holiday for him."

"I'm pretty sure he banished snakes, too," Howl argued.

"There were never any snakes in Ireland!"

Sammi chose to interrupt their argument. "Hey Howl? How come--how come you're dressed so--normal?" Was her cousin sick? Had he been dumped by another girl? Had he given up his suits entirely?

Howl seemed genuinely puzzled at her question. "Hm?" he asked, before looking down at himself. "I'm dressed like anyone my age dresses."

"You've never done it before," Reiya pointed out.

Howl crossed his arms. "Women," he muttered. "They always think they know everything. If you must know," he said, "I grew up the first time dressed quite like this. It's in respect to Wales that I'm dressed thusly."

"Do they celebrate Saint Patrick's Day in Wales?" Sammi asked with some curiousity. Howl rarely spoke of Wales; it seemed to be a different world.

Howl put a hand on his chest, where his heart should have been. "You wound me, cousin," said he, "would I be celebrating if they didn't?"

Aside from the three arguing children, there was a large amount of activities, including frosting your own shamrock cookies; with green frosting. The girls' mother had helped prepare the food, she didn't quite trust the twins with an oven. There was a beanbag toss, Howl's father had made the targets for that; a cake walk, with all sorts of green sweets as prizes.

There was a wheel of colors, one panel was green. There was a sign indicating if you spun and it landed on the green panel, you'd win a prize. There was a large sheet of paper on the floor, it was the length of one of the many tables filled with food and prizes for their guests. The paper had several boxes of markers next to it.

"I hope everyone makes it," Sammi said, looking around. "It'd be awful if no one showed up, after all the trouble we went to set it up."

"No one'll show up," Reiya said, ever the pessimist.

"I was planning for about thirty," Samantha admitted. "I think we made too much food."

Miriam and Luvvie clung to Tish's hands as their mother led them to the door, one little girl on either side of her. Miriam wore her usual clothing aside from the fact that the ribbon around her hat brim had been replaced with a green one and that a shamrock had been painted on her mask. Luvvie, on the other hand, looked like she had been doused in green paint nearly from head to toe. The little chicken girl had her hair tied back with a green ribbon, and had green streaks all through her hair. She also had her eyes surrounded in green face paint, along with shamrocks on either cheek. She wore a green jumper dress with clovers on the bib and around the bottom of the skirt, though the shirt underneath was a little white blouse, and had taken it upon herself to draw pretty designs down her legs and arms with green marker. Even her wings had been doused in green glitter.

All of this wass Luvvie's own idea, however. Tish herself was dressed more sedately than her blonde daughter, but more extravagantly than her masked little girl. She had gone to the salon over in durem recently and gotten her hair returned to its natural red-gold color. It was now pinned up and out of her face, and nicely complimented the green, knee-length halter dress she now wore, complete with matching heels. Tish wasn't planning on staying for the party once she knew her daughters would be safe; she had a date with her fiance today and was thankful that her children would be having fun and in safe hands. Leading them further inside, she brought the girls over to Howl with a smile.

"Hello, Howl, would you mind terribly if Luvvie and Miriam stay for the party and I don't?" She asked softly, idly letting Luvvie wriggle out of her grasp and run off to the prize wheel, squealing in delight over the potential things she could win. Miriam, however, stayed quietly beside her mother, looking around shyly. There weren't any kitties here, so she wasn't terribly interested in this party, not like the last one.

"I'm going to be working, so I can't stay for the party. Lila, her nanny will pick her up after the party. Just call the home phone," Ivy didn't trust others to take care of her daughter unless she was paying them.

"She knows all the numbers in case of trouble," Eve walked over to Reiya, glancing towards the table that the girl was pointing to. The ragdoll nodded with a grin, "Sure, I'll make one for Lila and another for Mommy."

Eve turned to see her mother waving before walking away to get going for her job. The little girl felt some pain at not being with her mother at the party, but it was time that she did get used to attending events without her mother.

The little girl ran towards the table, wondering what sprinkles and frosting they had.