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[b][color=f49ac2]“Ahha[i]ha[/i]! You’ve arrived!” [/color][/b]

Norah Kingsley approached the jeep. She was an older woman, dressed in a pale pink tank top, khaki mom shorts, and vibrant pink hiking boots. The whole ensemble looked quite expensive. Her blonde hair was streaked with white, and her gray eyes were a bit lined in the corners, but no less lively than her daughter’s. “Hello, darlings. Welcome to Hesperus!” She spread her arms wide, definitely with a flair for the dramatic. 

[b][color=f49ac2]“Rory, welcome back. I’ll be sure to give you lovebirds some privacy later.” [/color][/b]She winked cheekily, merely thinking Rory’s beet red embarrassment was due to being in public. Poor boy looked like he was going to blow a blood vessel. 

[color=f49ac2][b]“Now.” [/b][/color]She looked over the two trainers in the back. [color=f49ac2][b]“You must be George Pendragon the Third. I see the genes still run strong. You look so much like your father. Nice cape, very hero chic.”[/b][/color] Then she looked to the girl. [b][color=f49ac2]“And you must be Orianna Lindberg. A pleasure to meet you both. Now, you must have been driving for some time. Would you like me to take over, Rory?”[/color][/b]