Author's Note: Happy Easter's Day! I'm writing one last chapter after this one, and would like to hear your opinion on what holiday should be involved, since I kind of started a theme here. (So vote in a review.) But anyways, thanks to everyone who has reviewed and encouraged me to write more! Hope you enjoy, and please review! :3

Emily brushed a young goblin's mess of white hair, nodding her head to Seylin's story. Seylin raised an eyebrow when she kept nodding her head after he stopped talking. Smiling mischievously, he said, "And your hair's on fire Em." Seylin smirked when Emily shook her head yes.

"I'm so glad it worked out," she added after a moment of silence, and Seylin burst out laughing.

"What's so funny," Emily demanded, her undivided attention only now given. Seylin laughed all the harder, holding his sides and scrunching his eyes, "Y-you," he tried to say. Emily stared him down with squinty eyes, her hands on her hips. "You should see your face Em, you look..."

Just then, Kate walked in…and halted in her tracks out of curiosity, "What's going on?" Emily spun on her heel with her hands crossed, and promptly huffed, her nose in the air. Seylin stopped laughing long enough to talk coherently, "Nothing much, just Em being Em," he started to grin again, but restrained himself.

The little goblin that had been neglected since Seylin began laughing, hopped off her seat giggling, and thanked Emily before bowing to Kate and scampering off. "Don't forget to bring your Easter basket for the egg hunt," Em called out after the little goblin, just then remembering to remind her.

"Mothermothermother," Catspaw ran into the room bound straight for Kate like a missile, holding out something in his cupped hands – or rather hand and paw, "Look!" Kate knelt gracefully to the floor as if she were a stream flowing down the creek bed. Catspaw's chubby toddler face was beaming as he revealed a little half moon in his hold.

Kate let out a little coo, and took his hands in hers to admire it, "It's beautiful son, I'm so proud of you." Catspaw sent the silvery elfin orb up, and Kate hugged him to her.

Emily was smiling at her nephew, proud of him, and also at awe, so young and already using magic. He was an adorable little guy, and sometimes, Emily got to watch him. He liked her, and she was glad.

But to see her sister happily married, with an adorable son of her own and magic hurt Emily. She wanted those things as well. Kate had it all, just like she always had. Emily swallowed the tears, and demanded of herself nothing but happiness for her sister. But all the same, she ached to have even a little of what Kate did.

Seylin sobered his merriment and pride in Catspaw's accomplishment with one look at Emily's face. He was in many ways her best friend, and he knew she was having trouble. He leaned towards her and tentatively took her hand in his, silently offering his comfort and support. She accepted by leaning on him, and squeezing his hand appreciatively.

They avoided looking at each other, both hoping to hide the dusting of pink on their cheeks.

"Auntyauntyaunty," Catspaw ran to her this time, eager for her approval also. She knelt a great deal less elegantly than her sister, but gave Catspaw the same tender affection. He then turned to Seylin also, and Seylin knelt beside them. Emily blushed a little deeper, feeling like they were a family, like she and Seylin should be parents.

Seylin for his part was having a little better luck at hiding his blush, but was envisioning he and Emily surrounded by little goblins of their own. 'She would be the perfect mother,' he thought, 'so gentle and loving with kids.'

Kate watched amusedly at the scene. She had seen the way those two behaved around each other lately, and knew it was only a matter of time before they realized it too. She knew Emily envied her, and though she try, Emily refused to give up on the idea Kate had it best. She hoped Emily would open her eyes to the great possibilities she had before her. It made Kate sad sometimes, but moments like these gave Kate renewed hope. Seylin was perhaps the only one she really trusted her sister with, and secretly hoped they would choose each other.

'But then again,' she thought smiling, 'it did take them this long just to hold hands.'

"Catspaw, Em, Seylin! Hurry up, or we'll miss the egg hunt!"