A late wedding gift had finally arrived at Breagadoir's household.
"You are an egg," Breagadoir stated, "you are no good to me this way and you need to hurry up and hatch!"
Dahlia had a new look. Not on purpose.
"Demarco!!!"
"Demarco," said his mother, "I am
very disappointed with you!"
"The name's
Sotal, not Demarco," the young heir corrected her.
"You are
grounded, young man!!" said the angry fairy.
"Okay, obviously we're both too involved in this situation and emotions seem to be flaring. I suggest a neutral third party be involved. Father!! Am I grounded for pranking the maid?"
"No," answered the prince, "that was a good one. Carry on."
"Well, that's settled," said the heir, "time to tend to the preparations for my slumber party."
Meantime, Breagadoir went to the park to do a stakeout, but got distracted from his work by the egg's movement.
This thing looks like a Brussels sprout, thought Breagadoir as he felt the egg starting to hatch.
You'd better not be some lame, purple dragon.
"Red!" observed the delighted elf. "I shall call you Surtur."
"Speaking of newborns," said the Watcher, interrupting Breagadoir's moment, "Charmaine went into labor,"
"and she gave birth to a beautiful golden-skinned child."
"Two of them, in fact," she said, happily.
The first to arrive to the slumber party was Ella MacDuff. "So, Miss Hamshanks keeps the answer key in the upper left drawer," she told Sotal.
"Great work!" he commended her. "I'll distract her while Damon swipes it and then we'll all ace the test!"
"Welcome to my humble abode, Wilhemina," greeted the young heir. This was the only girl still his age who wasn't his half-sister, so she was looking like a strong candidate for his future spouse.
"I see you've come in wolf mode," he said. "Your fur is most becoming, my dear."
"Where shall I put the lunch money I've collected this week?" Matilda Maldano asked her half-brother.
"The bottom drawer of my desk, if you would please," he replied.
"What was that about?" Wilhemina asked.
"Your eyes certainly sparkle in the moonlight," he said.
She replied with, "I
love the moonlight!"
No, this isn't a friendly game a tag. Damon is simply practicing outrunning people so he can escape the police later on.
"Hi, Ella," said her father.
"Hi, dad," she said, "Damon wanted me to sleep upstairs by his room!"
"That's nice."
And it was nice...for Damon. It made copying her homework that much easier.
