Sighing, George Challenger headed across the bridge to the treehouse and serveyed his family. Veronica was in the kitchen, trying to stay busy...she always had to have her hands working on something. Ned, the consumate father was sitting with tiny Em who was just quietly looking around, sensing the tension in the room and not making a peep and then there was Roxton. The man who had become more than just a close friend but more like a son was standing with his back to him looking over the balcony overlooking the small clearing the called home, his back rivited with tension.
"I've examined Marguerite...there's no apparent signs to explain her illness. It couldn't have been food poisoning becasue we ate everything she did in the last few days..there was no signs of any bug or animal bites. I'm...at a loss.." he said softly. "John..you're sure she hasn't been anywhere out of the ordinary..?" Roxton said nothing and Challenger took that as a "no". The not so young Lord hated the powerless feeling even more than he himself did and Challenger could sympathise. While he and his wife had not, in all honesty, shared the special kind of bond and love Roxton and Marguerite did, it still would have pained him to see the woman he cared for in such obvious pain and peril.
"Good morning everyone!" Danielle said, comming up and almost tripping over Will who was playing on the steps, holding little baby Mary in her arms.
"I smell a rat..." Veronica muttered, looking up from the food she was preparing.
"...what..?" Said Danielle, trying to look confused...but just becasue she was an insane Voodoo Queen doesnt mean she had Marguerite's "wonderful" ability to lie under preassure.
Slowly Roxton turned twords Danielle, his eyes a terrifying icey, indescribable color as he slowly stalked twords her, the witch backing up, holding the baby as a shield.
"Now just hold on! I did it for us, don't you see?!" She said, dropping the act as Roxton pluced little Mary from her arms and passed her to Veronica before grabbing Danielle by her uppers arms.
"What did you do to my wife!?" he hissed, his voice barely audible. Danielle gulped...this definately wasn't going how she planned.
"I've examined Marguerite...there's no apparent signs to explain her illness. It couldn't have been food poisoning becasue we ate everything she did in the last few days..there was no signs of any bug or animal bites. I'm...at a loss.." he said softly. "John..you're sure she hasn't been anywhere out of the ordinary..?" Roxton said nothing and Challenger took that as a "no". The not so young Lord hated the powerless feeling even more than he himself did and Challenger could sympathise. While he and his wife had not, in all honesty, shared the special kind of bond and love Roxton and Marguerite did, it still would have pained him to see the woman he cared for in such obvious pain and peril.
"Good morning everyone!" Danielle said, comming up and almost tripping over Will who was playing on the steps, holding little baby Mary in her arms.
"I smell a rat..." Veronica muttered, looking up from the food she was preparing.
"...what..?" Said Danielle, trying to look confused...but just becasue she was an insane Voodoo Queen doesnt mean she had Marguerite's "wonderful" ability to lie under preassure.
Slowly Roxton turned twords Danielle, his eyes a terrifying icey, indescribable color as he slowly stalked twords her, the witch backing up, holding the baby as a shield.
"Now just hold on! I did it for us, don't you see?!" She said, dropping the act as Roxton pluced little Mary from her arms and passed her to Veronica before grabbing Danielle by her uppers arms.
"What did you do to my wife!?" he hissed, his voice barely audible. Danielle gulped...this definately wasn't going how she planned.