Haha, I find it a little funny that we both wound up in M.V. in each of our stories! I'm so excited to see this potential wedding!
You have no idea how much I laughed at that fact when I realized it, Liv! We're way to much sync, including a shared disdain for Marc.
Because I'm way way way far ahead and I can't really proceed but so far, this is going to be another big update! Multiple posts.
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07: The Heir and the Spares
Isabelle sensed the woman’s presence immediately and it woke her with a start. She walked over to Marc and Rufus room, only to see Isadora just putting the little boy down in the crib. Marc slept through the entire ordeal (he must have a hidden heavy sleeper trait)
“I figured you’d come around eventually.”
“Of course I would. I know you try to surprise me Isabelle, but it really doesn’t work. I already know your every move. Including what you plan to do with this child. A line of indentured genie servants, Isabelle? Seems very archaic to me.”
“I told Marc he’d pay. Having a child behind my back---behind the back of a witch with a mean-streak? That was stupidity on his part the fact. And I’ve already started working on a Genie tonic to turn him into the perfect servant—one who can clean and cook with the blink of an eye. Faster than Marc could ever manage”
“I’m not here to stop you from doing that. I’m here to give you your next set of instructions. In case you haven’t noticed, your adult birthday is creeping up on you. You’re not working fast enough, you’ll be out of time before you know it.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing. Marrick is the one I’m waiting on---As soon as he’s figured out the potion on the Chemistry Table, my immortality will be set. I’ll be the matriarch of the legacy for as long as it lasts! No matter what you say.”
“Oh I know. But unless you let me help, Isabelle, it’s not going to happen. And moreover, you won’t be around long enough to find out where the original Morae Legacy started. I’m not going to stop sending letters, and I’m not going to stop appearing. You NEED me.”
Isabelle slowly extracted her wand, “We’ll see about that. I don’t want or need your guidance.”
Isabelle should have thought different. Isadora was a force SimNation didn't want to mess with, and her guidance could be of good use to her. But stubborness was getting in the way.
“You’re nowhere near my level, Isabelle. Now listen: select your heir and hurry along the potion making process. In the meantime, I suggest you start considering an Alchemy Station. You might need it.”
Isabelle could only sigh as Isadora disappeared yet again. It was still beyond her how the woman got in the house to begin with. It was early enough now that she needed to be getting ready for work, and after spinning into her Everyday Wear, she met eyes with Marc who was up and staring in awe.
“What?” Isabelle snapped.
“That woman…her…that was her. The woman who changed me back.”
Isabelle breathed heavily and glanced at the spot from which Isadora disappeared. She glared at Marc, then raised her hand to his face.
“Don’t you dare interact with that woman ever again. Don’t speak of her to the children and if you ever see her again, you tell me right away. She’s bad news, Marc. Even you should be able to comprehend that.”
Marc wasn’t given a chance to speak before Isabelle went back to her room. Whether or not he heard anything about Isabelle’s plans for Rufus was unknown, but the house was quiet after Isadora. The following day, the kids all departed for school and Isabelle went to work. For the next 3 days, the house was full of skill building and getting the kids grades up to where they needed to be. And then, one day before the triplets were to become teenagers, Isabelle informed them all that there would be a family meeting.
Demelza and Damien grew very close very quickly as they got older. As toddlers each of them interacted more with Edwin than each other, but as children, Demelza seemed to enjoy spending time with her timid blonde brother.
“I wish I had more toys in my room. Mom set it up like I’m a teenager already and only gave me an easel.”
“Dems, I think that was Watcher who did that. She knows when you’re going to get older.”
“I don’t know how your grades are higher than mine, Damien. You’re so stupid. Watcher can’t even remember to buy us a birthday cake, you think she decorated my room?! You’re probably going to tell me she picked out this house too. And renovated it to fit all of us.”
“Anyway. I like the weather here. I know mom wants to have a meeting tonight…I hope she’s not telling us we’re moving. I don’t want to move again.”
Later in the evening, Isabelle gathered her Marc and her children for a family meeting.
“Children, it’s time I told you exactly why we moved to Monte Vista. As it stands, Mommy has been working very hard lately on a…project. And it’s a project that required me to come here. Mommy wants to learn about the rest of the family and she can only do that here.”
“But we’re the family. You know all about us, Mommy.”
Isabelle laughed at her youngest son and his naivete, “I mean the family that came before us. But that’s besides the point, Edwin, listen and don’t speak. I’ll deal with learning about the family. What has to happen now, though, is mommy has to select an heir. One of you to take over the family and bring in the third generation of the family. Mommy will never be able to find out everything about the family unless there are 10 Generations of us. That is your great-great-great-great---“
“We get it mommy. You don’t have to work and count out how many greats there are.”
Isabelle sighed a bit, “Anywho, I’ve yet to choose one of you. Though I’ll have to as soon as you all become teenagers. I need you all to get better with your skills and get your Lifetime Wishes in order so I can properly choose.”
And with the meeting over, the kids all went off to perform the perspective activities. Marc and Isabelle, however, stayed behind at the table.
