Tasha may have been late, but she was not the latest arrival. That fell to Longshot's oldest progeny. Shatterstar stood in front of the front door to the castle. He looked at the small package in his hand and contemplated returning home. This was a loud, festive event and not his element.

Except Alison had been most adamant in tracking him down to attend. So, he straightened himself up like he was about to step into the arena and knocked.