DISLCAIMER: Same old, same old, need I say more?
Marion POV:
We're finally here! I hope those cousins are on time. We're supposed to meet them at the castle. That's right ,the ruins of Camelot. It's the same castle our ancestress Guinevere rode into that first night where Arthur showed her the hill. The prophecy could have pointed to Mom, a true blooded heir: after all, it was Arthur and Guinevere's only child who married into the family and was one of Grandpa's ancestors. We're waiting for the horses to get here.
Indy POV:
Wow. Dad was always fascinated with this; he should be on this dig, not me. After all, he and Arthur had something in common: the Grail. Ah, horse back riding. Marion just insisted on wearing a very familiar dress from our Cairo trip and riding side saddle just for authenticity. I doubt Guinevere had that type of dress though. We're supposed to be meeting her cousins there. The countryside isn't that bad: a little chilly, but I've dealt with snowy mountainsides in this outfit.
Marion:
"Marion?" My cousin asked.
"Yep, I just decided to go back in time. I'm actually wearing a skirt in a long time." I replied.
" Move it, Raven, we got work to do." Jones just had to butt in.
"J0ones, it wasn't my idea to have you come, so back off, buster!" I shot back.
"So this is the ex- fiancé that decided to leave a week before the wedding."
"Yah. He left something behind with me that I'm still not happy about." I was referring to the mini Indy I had to raise practically by myself. No wonder Dad dragged me all over the damn globe looking for artifacts: it kept both of us busy.
Indy:
Just look at them! If I didn't know that was her cousin, I'd be jealous. The last time I was in Chicago, he was there eon a visit to Grandma's, and the aunt took them swimming. Marion wore the sexier suit. Just my luck Abner had me busy at a site that day. Oh, well , we start the excavation soon.
A.N. What should the cousin's name be? Suggestions would be helpful.