Exton

Keon leans down and whispers to Mera. She runs back into the house, returning with a large leather bag. Her eyes widen as he reaches inside, eyes closed tight, lower lip caught between his teeth. The neck of his guitar emerges from the bag and as he slowly pulls it out she giggles. He sets it carefully aside and reaches in again, digging deeply. The other three girls scamper over to see what he is doing. Keon has the four hold open the bag so he can use both hands.

A set of bongos comes out next, followed by another guitar. He winks at Tara and pulls out a portable keyboard. The little girl squeals in delight. "Pa'pan! Oncle Keon has his Poppin's bag! Look!" She runs back to her father, pulling on his hand. Stoney laughs and follows, scooping up the boys. Tossing Ryan up on his shoulder, Tomas flies ahead. The little gargoyle tries to peek in the bag and Keon captures him. "Nope mate. No peeking in the magic bag." He laughs at Tomas' pout. "I promise, I will find what is needed."

Keon rummages in the bag and pulls out a penny whistle and pan pipes. Rhythm sticks and bells follow. He hands these out to the children, telling them to go think of a song they want to hear. Gracie looks around at all the others. She grins and starts bouncing on the balls of her feet. " *Papillons, papillons ..."

Keon raises a dark brow. Gracie purses her lips and tries again. "*Féileacáin, féileacáin ..." Keon shakes his head. "I do not know what you are singing Gracie. A song about butterflies? There are many songs about butterflies." The little girl stomps her foot. "Oncle Tannr told Tante Tori she is his *fiðrildi. He said this song is about her. It is about Butterflies!" Frustrated tears shimmer in her eyes and Keon calls to the couple where they are introducing his friend to the families. "Tori? Tannr? Gracie is asking for a song and I hae nae ken what she is askin' for..."

Guunnar scoops up the little girl, holding her up for all to see. "Any vun know vat song ist about *sommerfugle?"

Ramji grins, singing softly. "^Leptiri, leptiri .. Mi bili namijenjeni letjeti, Ti i ja, vi i ja. Boje na nebu, Mi smo mogli vladati svijetom jednog dana, nekako, ali mi nikada neće biti kao sjajna kao što smo sada." The redheaded Viper laughs. "That sounds like the song, but never heard it sung quite like that." A smile quirks Ramji's normally somber lips. "I think it is prettier in Croation." Laila smiles and kisses his cheek.

Tori laughs, "You really should smile more Ramji." He blushes and pulls Laila closer as Tori looks at her niece. "Is that the song Gracie." The little girl nods and sings the song in her sweet clear voice. Butterflies, butterflies... we were meant to fly, You and I, you and I... colors in the sky,

"See! The Butterfly song!"