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Kara smiled fondly at Daeron, he looked so happy, which was good, pity they didn't bring along Nina, but with Donovan that might not be such a bright idea.

"Sorry," she replied, "Not this time neither...."

Kara looked a bit sad at that, it wasn't fair, but she couldn't well give Ruel a piece of her mind, he wasn't her son. If he was though she would have, how shameful... poor Serenity.

"That's sad," Kara murmured at the thought, "But yes at least he didn't forbid you calling her that."

Daeron grinned cheekily and ran his fingers through his hair.

It had grown in the six years between their seeing each other - it was past his shoulders now, and the top part of it was pulled back and braided in the elvish fashion, more at his insistence than his father's. Since really Ruel would have preferred he keep his hair short like the rest of the family.

But Daeron was different from the rest of the family ... in many respects. Young as he was, he had his own opinions on things, and he didn't let anyone tell him otherwise.

Except of course in certain cases, where he still held to his own opinion behind the others' backs.

Ulani returned from the kitchen then and smiled when she saw that Ruel and Daeron were back from their visit to the others' house. "Good," she nodded, "everyone's here. Just in time ... dinner's ready."

She paused, looking at them all. "Kitchen's not quite big enough," she murmured, then grinned and nodded again. "I'll bring it all in here. Daeron, don't sit on the table." And she headed back into the kitchen once more.

"No need, I'm fine," Ulani's voice drifted out from the kitchen. A few minutes later she came out carrying a tray of dishes, which she set set on the table (once Daeron had moved to the couch). Then she took the tray back into the kitchen.

Daeron took it upon himself to hand the dishes out to everyone, making sure they all had a full place setting. As he handed Kara her dishes, he grinned and told her, "Nana told me to make sure I helped Ulani out while we're here ... and I've been doing a good job of that. I help with the dishes and everything!"

He grinned proudly.

Donovan thanked the kid for the dish and raised a brow at Kara's bag. It looked like it was doing a dance to him, or maybe he was seeing things. He just stared at it as if waiting for the thing to happen.

But instead of a Nina, out tumbled ... a tiny child with dark blue wings and golden blond hair. She was tiny - a little over a foot tall (barely) - and as she tumbled out onto the floor, she giggled. Then she stood up and dusted off her knees, and looked around. The tiny blue wings fluttered slowly as she observed the room she'd ended up in ... and as she noticed Daeron she cocked her head at him curiously and asked,

"Celebor?"

As if to test Donovan's patience of stowaways out come tumbles another pair of wings, only black to contrast the silvelry white hair that trailed along in a long braid. The same height as the first, she looked up wided eye at all the tall people around her. Most of them... except Daeron were taller than her sister! Or her father and uncle.

She made a small eep and started skittering away, which happened to lead into the kitchen.

Kara blinked a bit dumbfounded, "And there went my other one... I hope Jaseth doesn't suffer an ucler wondering where she went to...."

Ulrich, Ruel, and Daeron all stared at the two tiny winged ones incredulously, and though Daeron was the first to find his voice back, his question seemed a little out of place.

"Who's Celebor?" he asked - though one might have expected his first question to be, who were those two funny looking angelic children running around.

Ulrich blinked a few times before he hollered over his shoulder towards the kitchen, "Ulani ... we're going to need a few more place settings. Two!"

Ulani's voice wafted in from the kitchen once more. "More guests?" she questioned. Her tone obviously confused and curious at the same time.