Rhen laid her head back on the rest as she drove in silence towards the nursing home. The window was slightly rolled down, cool wind blowing against her face. It was therapy.<br/><br/>The radio played bluegrass and even though it was low she could hear those old country tunes that reminded her of home. She was lost in her memories of her aunt when Rivers spoke. Rhen lifted her head and glanced over with a raised brow, “she’s magical and spiteful?” Rhen wishes she had known about his grandmothers ability to curse someone. She would have brought an enchanted crystal along for protection.<br/><br/>“So when you were little what kind of relationship did the two of you have?” She asked getting s feel for the vibe of what’s to come.  She hoped the grandma wasn’t planning something devious. Rhen questioned her ability to take down someone when older magic if she really needed to. “Are you the favorite grandson or …. The black sheep?”<br/><br/>She increases her speed with the limit change. The freeway was relatively empty for the time of day. It was hard for Rhen not to floor it and turn the roads into her own person race track