During the day, Mel had helped with organizing the caterers and other party set ups, with tables being arranged for auction items, and speakers for DJs. There was the space for the dance floor, and other places for the bar. An area for kids with two inflatables, and all the horses kept far enough away that the ruckus wouldn't disturb them. Parking for cars, treats for anyone who showed up and all the other odds and ends that she and Nick got to run around and tend to because the staff for one reason or another didn't have the answers. She'd been tempted more than once to grab Shadow, Helen and her car keys to hide out at the theater until the party started.
But now that everything was under control, and the host was heading down in costume to the party proper, Mel was getting her daughter and self ready for their own entrance. The little girl appeared to be amused by all the feathers on her outfit, and played with the beak. The muse was simply glad that she'd had enough practice with her daughter now that she was able to get the face paint on without her immediately wiping it off. She smirked at the image her daughter made, an adorable and perfect... chicken head. Most would probably call her a chicken, but the joke was that she was only the head. Mel was the rest of the chicken.
A chicken, with her head cut off.
The fake vertebrae in the back of her hear french twist with the red hair spray, face paint and costuming, she expected it to speak for itself. It was only Shadow she hadn't known how to dress, if at all.
Turning to the dog, she eyed him for a moment as Helen grabbed a loose feather and began to play with it. She arched an eyebrow. "We should make you a wolf for the night. I'd say fox that gets into the chicken coup, but wolf seems better..." How to dye his fur safely though...
A crash was heard, probably from the area of the auction tables. "Uh oh," Helen said very seriously, then glanced to her mother.
"Let's go see what the damage is. We'll have to dress our wolf up later." She sweep her daughter up into her arms, and began to head in the direction of the sound. How many things would go wrong this year?