The Whimsy family has a rather lush-looking house on the edge of town - very upscale-looking and up with the times rather than centuries old. It’s lovely, in a kinda modular way. The two kids spent more time tormenting each other than paying Maia any attention though.
It took three rings on the doorbell before it was answered - and she could see inside just fine. They were there, heck, they were flirting up a storm in there. But Maia has a sun umbrella and stubborn on her side.
When she finally was welcomed, it was warm and cordial, and they did have a lovely time talking - the woman and her daughter outside are not only direct descendants, but also vampires. The gentleman and his son were a branch of the family they’d recently reconnected with during a genealogical search. And hit off.
But within an hour, Maia was simply standing by herself downstairs as the rest of the household wandered off. It’s a pretty house.
This isn’t . . there’s something missing here. I don’t think Maia will be rolling many wants to see this place again.