The pounding of small footfalls echoed the clan home, as an equally tiny girl suddenly came bustling into the quarters of her father. Within her grasp, an invitation sat. Without seemingly any care for whatever he was currently doing, the slip was shoved upwards into the mans face.
"Dad! Dad! We have to go! We can wear pretty dresses, and It'll be so pretty!" She'd promptly pause, though it would not be long enough for the man to get a single word in. "And! You can meet my family! . . . if they're not all dead." And with that, Mary Amaricius, once O'Connell, finally gave room for her Father to speak.
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