Who: Melinda Bobbin, Marek Bobbin, and Tiberius Yaxley (NPC) Where: Castle Yax, which sounds slightly filthy and is thus perfect. When: Monday evening, 7pm (slightly forward-dated) What: Dinner with evil grampa. Warnings: maybe violence?
Melinda took a deep breath when she and Marek landed on her grandfather's porch, fidgeting with her cloak. She glanced down at her left arm for the tenth time since donning her sweater three minutes ago. Her Mark was not going to get any more or less obvious, black lines stark against nearly-white skin (Melinda felt no need to "get some color" thank you) but she kept looking at it. It was almost an anchor, keeping her from flying off into the mad depths of panic, helping her stay relatively calm. It was proof that she was willing to fight for the values her grandfather shared, and a reminder that she was to be respected, that she was not a child. Would any old man dare attack two people with the Mark, regardless of family ties or early friendships? Who knew, with Tiberius Yaxley. Soon enough it would be over, she told herself.
She looked at Marek, as if intending to ask if he was ready, but for all her internal pep-talking, her voice was failing her terribly. Melinda just looked front again and reached out to ring the bell.