Carolyn had to rub her temples in thought as Rikive asked about possession. Something taking direct control of her daughter Estelle was something she did not want to think about- ever.

"If you're sure that you sensed nothing malevolent, then possession would be impossible. That's a demonic magic in nature- taking over the soul of another person is a line no magic user would cross. But..." Carolyn paused, considering her next words very carefully. "Possession of the soul isn't likely. And entrance into the house isn't likely either. I know how well Parry keeps this place secured. That's why all of us bring our kids here. But... there's indirect possession. Like a ghost moving objects around."

Parry frowned at Carolyn and tilted his head to the side. 

[i]What- astral projection?[/i]

"If it wasn't a ghost, then someone may have forced Estelle to interact with the sword with their spirit. Like when I have to pull her out of a toy store because she wants a doll. There are a dozen sorcerers in the city that could pull off a trick like that- and I don't recognize the run on the blade at all."

Parry, on the other hand, did get a good look when Rikive started playing with the sword in her own hands. 

What he saw made him red faced with anger, fidgety as a trapped puppy, and babbling like a mad man.

[i]That two-timing, snot nosed, clip winged, earthbound BITCH![/i]

The symbol, a seven-petaled flower ringed in crudely drawn thorns wasn't a well-known sigil in the city. After all, few people were in Camden when the Fairy Queen had risen to power 200 years ago...

[i]Makes sense! She didn't show up to my baby shower that I threw for her! Then she crashes it with humans! Then tries to kill me! Then does [/i]this [i]to me![/i]