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The arguing children were soon approached by a third child. This one had long, lush (Especially with the bits of leaves), evergreen pine colored hair that was done up in a perky looking ponytail. She observed the squabble over the chair with a calm, moderate stare before seeming to decide it was okay to interrupt.

"Excuse me, but isn't the chair technically big enough for both of you to share?" Eden, the elf child, smiled, then pardoned herself. "Sorry to butt in, I just came over to say hi, so-- hi! My name is Eden!"

Bold little thing, and talkative too, wasn't she? She didn't seem to mind the fact that they might decide to ignore her and keep going, or they may not want to be interrupted at all. She just jumped right in hoping for the best and ready to shrug off the consequences and try again if need be. It was fascinating though, she had green hair, but the young one with wings had green SKIN! Wow!

Eiji had been particularly quiet today, without her normal declarations of... whatever the hell it was she liked to say. He was pretty sure it was Chinese and since he only spoke English and French, he stopped trying to figure out what she meant a very long time ago. Richter paused in his mental monologue and noticed that London, too, was looking pretty tired out - barely ten inches tall, she was hanging her arms out of his shirt pocket and looking distinctly wiped out.

It would be all right. They were just going to stay for stories and then head home, where Eiji and London could go to sleep and he could... well, not sleep. He set Eiji down and watched her toddle towards the group of - strange - children. Was one of them a dwarf? Wow, that'd be weird. "London," he said, "go sit with your sister. It's storytime, yeah?" The little will-of-the-wisp girl floated her way over to her sister, who had sat down fairly close to the chair with the two kids in it. London had the much better deal, since she could just sit on Eiji's lap and quietly glow. The two girls watched the exchange between the other pair of siblings with identical expressions of confusion and awe on their faces.

Jordan was very well spoken for her age, or at least that's what her parents would have thought she was sure. She had a seat with a big grin, crossing her legs and resting in front of the chair since she wasn't sure there was room enough for all three of them-- given that she was bigger than the other two.

"Ohh... really? Is it because he's little still? Or do you guys just have different sleeping habits?"

She was curious and didn't mean to be rude. She paused to smile at the new arrivals, waving in a friendly manner, growing more excited when she heard a story was going to be shared.

"Hello! Are you friends of Jordan and Cobalt? I'm Eden!"

Oh, if Sophia and Eirwyn could just be there! But then Eirwyn would probably think a story wasn't much fun, but she hoped they'd come for the fireworks, and that the three could watch them together.

Cheche heard someone make mention of a story and turned her head from where she had been focused on stomping her already dirty topless Barbie through even more dirt. The person speaking was very small yet still somehow seemed to convey the authority of a grownup. Cheche turned further. The storyteller was just a little boy! She pushed herself to her feet, slipping away from her guardians.

"Animals!" she screeched, coming forward to stand beside where Eden was sitting. Her fists bounced against her thighs in excitement. Where Cobalt seemed to be getting easier to see as night began to fall, Cheche's dark skin and lack of any clothing except a pair of pink shorts made her a smudge in the grass. She sat with a thwump, looking up at the child on the chair. Story!

"No," said London, convinced this big green person was going to eat her. "Am London, is Eiji," she explained, scooting backwards. The dragon girl's concentration was on Cobalt and the waiting for a story, but she still wrapped her arms around her little sister.

Then colorful shards fell from the boy and Eiji cooed at them, lilac eyes crinkling up at the corners. They looked like her dragon pearl! she'd had to leave it at home. London, meanwhile, was convinced that the sky was falling and so when Cobalt asked for the story's subject, she just squeaked, "Music," and sidled closer to her sister.

"Hiya, Rayne," Jordi said. "He's about to go into his storyteller mode." It was fascinating how the baby gargoyle could seem so adult when he was telling tales. She didn't even glance up as their father handed them both plates of hot dogs, she just inhaled hers and grabbed Coba's for when he got hungry.

"Animals and music," the toddler said, sitting down in a crouch on the edge of the chair. "You don't go into the woods at night," he started out slowly, quietly. "Strange things happen there. But sometimes, late at night, you can hear a soft, sweet music coming from the trees."

His voice was a child's, but it deepened as he started to tell his story, something in his nature giving him perfect pitch. Not that he ever sang on key, of course.

Rayne's ears picked up at Coba started his story. He scared her last time they met, making her poof into a little fox, but the kitsune girl loved hearing him tell a story. He had a good story voice. She didn't remember reading anything that started out like this, either.

New things were always good. Her two tails were tucked around her and she curled up with her arms around her knees as well to listen to him continue.