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Jazabel startled by mindys entrance she watches and listens. Immediately after hearing " huge in the sky she stretches her senses to see if she was left behind as some fear builds up inside. then she responds to belle in a quit voice " I'm sure he's around here somwhere he's always disappearing " meanwhile quietly using read aura on Mindy

Jezebel, startles at Mindy’s dramatic entrance, freezing like someone caught stealing cookies. Then she offers the world’s most unhelpful reassurance, “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. He’s always disappearing.” Which… honestly… is not comforting coming from a blind woman who can’t confirm anything she just said.

She keeps her gaze locked on Mindy, because Mindy radiates latent psychic abilities and seems like a fairly confident woman. Belle gives off the same vibe, just older, wiser, and probably capable of grounding someone with a single look. Both women glance her way, as she remembers to drift her gaze like a blind person instead of staring directly at them like a suspicious owl.

Belle frowns, scandalized, “Well, it’s freezing out there and he left you here alone? Blind?” as she stomps toward the door with the righteous fury of a mom who just found out someone tracked mud across her clean floor. She peeks outside, sees the footprints trailing off into the snow, and huffs, “Well… what a brat! He just ran off like it’s a summer day… to play. Typical. Right before dinner, too.”

She turns back, switching instantly from 'angry mom' to 'hostess mode,' “Well, the salad is ready if you two would like to come eat.”

Mindy gently places a hand on Jezebel’s shoulder, all calm competence, “I can lead you there if you like. I'm sure he'll come back, but if not, then I can go find him.”

Jezabel tells belle "u know how kids are"smiles then nods in agreement she stands up and let's Mindy guide her. Jezabel takes in the fresh food smells thanking Mindy for her kindness and help. Off in thoughts wondering how long i can do this and if I was ditched.

“Oh, you know how kids are,” she says with a smile that’s doing overtime, nodding like she’s trying to convince both Mindy and herself that everything is normal. She stands, lets Mindy guide her, and adds a polite, “Thank you,” while thinking, oO(How long can I keep this charade going before someone realizes I’m basically improvising my entire existence? Mag, seriously... Where are you?)Oo

The smells hit her next; fresh food, warm gravy, roast beef seasoned like someone got into a fistfight with a spice rack. It smells amazing. There’s vinaigrette, a whisper of wine, and… nothing from the potatoes or corn. They are apparently stealth vegetables.

Mindy seats her opposite the head of the table. The table itself is enormous, being clearly built for a family of ten or a small diplomatic summit. The silverware is actual silver, the napkins are aggressively and flawlessly white, and the gold‑rimmed wine glass looks like it should come with a royal decree.

The front door opens. Magdalen returns, beaming. “I saw horses! They like me!” He trots in, dramatically pretending his feet are frozen. He stealthily winks at Jez as he sits to her left, closest to the wall, then gawks around. “Wow, this is great! Is that gold?” His eyes widen as he notices his lack of wine. “Hey! Where’s mine?”

Mindy grins at Jez, “I see he’s never seen wine,” then, to Magdalen: “You’re too young for wine. Which horse was your favorite?”

“The black one! Came right up to me.” He beams. “Mom, you should see it sometime!”

Belle smirks. “See it? That’s Midnight. I was riding her when you met me.”

OOC: Tis funny because neither Jez or Mag actually need to eat food.

Jezabel chuckles softly at the thought of trying to c a horse when she is pretending to be blind then tells Maggie he shouldn't run off without telling someone. While enjoying food she wonders what chaos will happen next and how to miraculously see again. Jezabel makes casual conversation while she finishes up.

Jezebel chuckles at Belle’s joke, then turns to Maggie with the kind of faux‑stern tone only a tired parent can master. “Hey… you shouldn’t run off without telling someone.” It’s half scolding, half please don’t make me pretend to chase you again.

Maggie nods, wearing the world’s most unconvincing expression of remorse, then immediately grabs a fistful of roast and starts eating with his hands like a medieval warlord who’s late for battle.

Belle and Mindy exchange a look. Then they both stare at Jez, eyebrows climbing.

Belle bursts out laughing. “Oh dear. You’ve never been able to show him how to use utensils, have you?”

Maggie shrugs, completely unbothered. “Why? It’s a waste of time when I can just grab it and put it in my mouth.”

“It’s polite, Mags,” Mindy says, sounding like she’s explaining gravity to a brick.

There's a loud rapping upon the front door. Mindy springs up like she’s been launched. “I’ll get it!” She opens the door, then jumps back with a startled squeak. A male voice filters in from outside.

Belle stays perfectly calm as Mindy calls back, “Jezebel, Mag… the sheriff and Dane are here to speak with you two. Would you both come here?”

"Maggie, what did you do now?" As she precariously stands from the table, "Help me to the door." She's nervous, remembering how bad it was before she had to run last time. She refocuses as Magdalen stands up, still chewing his food, taking her hand in his greasy hand to lead her to the door.

Dane waits patiently for the supposed strangers to arrive at the door, using the time to scan the surrounding buildings for any signs of the “surveillance” equipment the sheriff mentioned.

Maggie freezes mid‑bite when the knock hits the door, “Maggie… what did you do now?” Jezebel asks, pushing herself up from the table like she’s bracing for impact. “Help me to the door.” Her voice wobbles; remembering exactly how bad things got the last time she had to run.

Magdalen stands, still chewing, and grabs her hand with the greasy enthusiasm of a child who absolutely did something wrong. He leads her toward the door like he’s escorting royalty… covered in gravy.

Dane waits patiently for the supposed strangers to arrive at the door, using the time to scan the surrounding buildings for any signs of the “surveillance” equipment the sheriff mentioned. He sees none.

Mindy opens the door just as Maggie, looking nine years old, with long brunette hair, face full of innocence and roast beef, guides his blind, tattoo‑marked mother forward. Jezebel stares somewhere between Dane and the sheriff, accidentally bumping into Mindy like a malfunctioning Roomba.

“Oh! Excuse me!” Mindy blurts, though her expression says, 'something weird is happening and I don’t know what it is but I don’t like it.'

The sheriff stands beside a skinny, homely‑looking boy with a scar across his face and a widow’s peak that doesn't seem to look right on his forehead. Jezebel immediately senses a tidal wave of psychic energy rolling off him.

The sheriff opens his mouth to speak... but Maggie screeches at full volume, “HUMMER! Is that YOU?”

Jezabel stands the with a look of shock and embarrassment on her face. She recoups herself and says " Maggie " in a louder and stearn voice then blankly looks up twords the cold air "how can we help u sheriff " while trying to hide the embarrassment from Maggies outburst.