That was who Mallorie Swafford always reminded Will of. Hell, she didn't even need the costume with the horns and the makeup. She was downright scary in her regular form, peering down on them like that. Will was half expecting her to toss a rotting apple their way and have it explode all around them. Though, if he was startled or even afraid of her presence there, he never once showed it.
"Afternoon, Mallorie. Fine day for a stroll in the park, wouldn't you say?" He grinned and pushed himself off the ground, wiping his hands of the grass and dirt before walking over to her. He extended a hand out to her in case she wanted to shake it. "Such a pleasant surprise indeed." He could feel the presence of his youngest coming up behind him.
"Please, allow me to introduce James Dale. James, this is Mallorie Swafford, another former resident of the island where your mother and I grew up."
James timidly approached and also stuck out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, ma'am."
Will glanced over at Oliver and just gave a little whistle toward him. The boy seemed to lose his concentration, and there was a noticeable change in the wind patterns around them. The kite descended slowly, as Oliver began to walk over to them. "And that's my oldest, Oliver Dale," Will said.