A short time later Ian and Marcy pull into a long winding driveway. Pulling up to a large old two story home, that Marcy assumed was once white but now a cream color covered in ivy and algae. "Come on... we're here" Ian orders as he steps out of the car. Marcy opens her door to fallow not any any mood to argue with him over his tone knowing she's just as stressed and needs answers too. she fallows Ian to the front steps and grabs Ian by the hand finally catching his undivided attention. She needed him to know she was there too. Marcy caressed her thumb over his hand and looked deep into his eyes. "Ian, we're gonna be okay" she says. As soon as the words leave her lips she can see Ian's jaw physically loosen and his eyes start to brighten at her words. Ian raises his hand to knock on the large front door when it swings open breaking their gaze with one another.
"About time" Storm says from the doorway. "She's been waiting for you. She's still in the study trying to see if she can find you any more answers." Ian and Marcy fallow storm into the house and across the hallway to the study, with shelves apon shelves lined with books. and sitting at a desk with stacks apon stacks of books sat a small woman who appeared to be in her 30s she has short curly red hair. Ian pulled Marcy to stand by his side in front of her. "Marcy this is Katrina. Katrina, Marcy" Katrina finally looks up from her book and smiles at Marcy. "Good to finally meet you Marcy you had caused quite the commotion lately. sit please!" Katrina motions to the two chairs across from her at the desk. Ian and Marcy sit with a great deal of anticipation as they wait for Katrina to share her findings.
" I had an idea as to where to start when you sent me the text earlier, and I found as much as I could on what I'm sure it is. There are only a few real story's that dig into the legends. So basically it looks like you come from a line of Mermaids if you can believe it. A supernatural spacious thought to have gone extinct hundreds of years ago. They were women from what I can tell, and all of the lour said they bore a mark described much like yours. From what I can tell they are witches in a sense." Marcy squeezes Ian's hand in hers "So am I a witch or a mermaid?" Katrina shakes her head "yes and no. The mermaid line it appears you come from seems to merge both witch lure and mermaids together."