[Sept 6] Evening Return (Open)

Calista rested on the large fainting couch in the living room, an ice pack on her head as she stared at the ceiling. The white marble stared back at her, the patterns making faces it seemed. The lack marble cats stood sentry in the ballroom as if they had never moved. The book that had been wrapped in paper was now exposed, it's boldly illustrated cover obviously meant for children, but boasted a vintage of the early 1950s. "Aesop's Fables" adorned the cover in a swirling script. It sat on the torn brown paper on the table next to Calista, her teacup being stirred on its own by a spoon animated with her magic. Her wand sat on her lap. The dream she had about the place remained foggy in her mind. Again, she saw faces and people, but nobody that she recognized. She had attempted a run in her panther form, but found it to be rather odd feeling. She had returned and slumped here on the couch.

The words that Marlon had spoke about her selling the estate played over and over and over in her mind. The thing was, she never remembered offering it for sale. Nor, did she remember anything detailed about the so called open house to sell it.  Grumbling, she felt the rifle round graze on her head, wincing at it and the neck wound. She must have gotten the neck wound from falling down the hill and the head wound from the rock. Though a loud crack before she fell was something she recalled slightly. It frustrated her that she could not pinpoint anything. Anger rose in her and she threw the icepack, hitting a vase and shattering it. Quickly a staff member came in to clean it up. "Just leave it." She said, laying her head back on the pillow under her head and shoulders. She sipped her tea and sighed, the warm liquid with the potion dulling her pounding head.