#brightwindsbarony

Too long. Irene's mom was supposed to show up HOURS ago with the groceries

Irene bounces around the house. Morth is off doing... knight things...

And Felicity is doing squire stuff. Argh

She checks the cupboards for a snack.

Well, they've got those little vanila waffers. Or a tangerine

She takes both, making a nilla-wafer-and-tangerine-slice sammich.

It would be better with cool whip.

Her cuilinary genius unseen , she at least has this

Then she hears the door open, someone is coming inside the house

"Moooooooooooom?"

"Nope, It's Felicity... " A voice pipes up

She was already barreling to the kitchen door, but she is taken aback. "...oh."

"Mom's not home yet."

"But she's supposed to be" Felicity pouts "I was left here because Sir Morthwyl had to do something that was 'dangerous'" She frowns "Rumors of a dark kin in our area. "

"What is a dark kin you may ask? I know I did" A huff "It's like ancient slaves to the Fomorians now running wild... Adhene. Have I seen one? NOO.. do I want to? YES. Do I get to? NOOO"

"Ad-heenie?"

"I don't know anything about those."

"Well, Mom wasn't enchanted last I checked..."

"Adhen A? I think? " No longer sure then a frown "But mom was going to get ice cream...my favorite sort" A blush "Your mom, I mean"

"You can call her mom, too. I don't mind."

"Well, " A blush "I mean, I DO like her" A ;pause "A lot." She ocnsiders "Hey, I bet I could find her with magic, if you wanted?"

"Sure!"

"I forget you can soothsay!"

"Well, I'm better than I was last year. Been practicing" An admission "It may not work. I better build a really good bunk. Okay. First, I need one of her favorite things, and a bowl of her favorite color."

"Okay! You get the blue one from the cupboard over the microwave, I'll go to her room!"

"RIght!" She scrambles to climb the counters, forgetting that's often frowned on, but sometimes it's just better for adults if they don't know. Less stresssful

Irene returns shortly with a sparkly bracelet - a gift from Morthwyl.

"Ooh she loves that . Good pick. " Approving "I got the bowl"

"Perfect!"

And she takes the braclet and puts it in the bowl "Okay.Now, we need some glitter."

"What color?"

"That doesn't matter, its a medium. I could use water but ibet she wouldn't like her bracelet wet"

"Well, okay..." She goes to the craft drawer, rummages, and returns with a jar of (unsurprisingly) purple glitter.

"That'll be fine" A nod "Your sacrifice will help the bunk" Respectful

"Purple is the best glitter."

"Welll..." She leaves it at that, she has her own preferred colors, but Irene is her friend, maybe even her sister

She says "Now, you say Bibbity Bobbity Boo or the like, while I do the ..." Dramatic pause "Invocation"

And she invokes "By the power invested in me, by the State of Neverneverland, by the Narnia Decree, by the land of bean stalks and yellow brick roads, and all places childlings know to be!"

She pours the purple glitter into the bowl with the bracelet

Singing! "Salaca doo la menthicka boo la bibbidi-bobbidi-boo
Put 'em together and what have you got?
bibbidi-bobbidi-boo"

The bowl is now stirred "By mushrooms that change your size, by comfy hobbit holes, by stories never ending! By Hermonie's broom stick, and Percy's ocean blood unbending! Give the sight of she who we call mom, let us know how she's fares! Tattle her tale for us, I'm an Eiluned and Irene's nifty.. SO THERE!" A foot stamp

The cantrip goes of, as the invocation and song seem to give it juice, and the glitter rises up...

an image of a horned beastial woman... another image of Theresa!

And one crashes into the other, and become one!

And Irene can see where she is... the diner her mom USEDTO work at ..why would she go back there? They were mean

And why does her mom have those antlers now?

Squint, frown.

"I don't get it. Is this symbolic?"

"It's not supposed to be" A frown "That's omens, tattle tales are more like movies... kinda of"

"I don't think I got it wrong, but if I didn't get it wrong, something is VERY wrong" Worried