extradimensional space

[thaumobabble]

Here is a house.

It is pretty and trim and green-and-cream and really ought not to be able to hold itself up like that, and yet here it is, somehow defying the laws of architecture. It is surrounded by a neatly bordered garden of ornamental and useful plants of all sorts: here vegetables, there herbs, there spell components, there rows of flowers.

There is a sign out front. It says only: Magic. Not, Beware, Magic or Magic Emporium or anything like that. Just: Magic.

Sitting on top of this sign is a cream cat with smoke-dark points of color on each paw, his ears, and his face and tail.

All in all, you could be forgiven for thinking that a witch lives here.

Comments

[allthebrightest]

"Hmm... start when we've quit for the night," she decides. "Less total packing and unpacking that way."

[thaumobabble]

Magic person nods. She flits about her house a bit more, putting things in her sleeves and a few of the more fragile items in her hat. "Do you want to go soon or not-so-soon?"

[calendarofcrime]

"Soon," says Sherlock.

[thaumobabble]

Magic person tosses a few last minute things into her storage space. "Well, I'm set whenever you are," she says.

[allthebrightest]

Tony puts her bag back on.

"Good to go," she says.

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock starts for the door.

[thaumobabble]

The door obligingly leads to the outdoors.

When they are all outside, magic person snaps her fingers and says sternly to the doorknob, "Broom salesmen are not your friends, they cannot come in for just a minute, you will stay closed till I am back."

The doorknob wiggles a little in what might be an acknowledging fashion. Magic person pats it and sets out through the path that leads between her herbs and her vegetables.

[calendarofcrime]

Sherlock takes the lead when they reach the forest.

[thaumobabble]

"Anything else I should peer at while I'm in the environs of the palace?" inquires magic person. "Other less famous fascinating magical artifacts, other adorable childhood graphical models of things?"

[allthebrightest]

"If Mom really likes you, she might let you look at the sword."

[thaumobabble]

Magic person looks like she might be about to swoon. "Tell me how to get her to like me, please?"

[allthebrightest]

"The ways of Mom are mysterious," says Tony. "Be nice to her offspring, employees and subjects, don't break anything that didn't need to be broken, and at least she probably won't dislike you."

[thaumobabble]

"I'm very nice," says magic person. "I wanna look at the sword." She sighs like she has been carrying on a long distance pen pal romance with the sword.

[allthebrightest]

"Are you sure looking at it is all you wanna do," snorts Tony.

[thaumobabble]

"Well, it probably won't let me touch it," she says. "Not comfortably, anyway. But I would really like to look at it."

[allthebrightest]

She laughs.

[calendarofcrime]

"There are," says Sherlock, "ways around that."

[thaumobabble]

Magic person throws her head back and laughs. "Oh, this is the most amazing day," she says breathlessly.

[calendarofcrime]

The twins laugh, too.

[thaumobabble]

"I know very little about royal magic, really, since it won't respond to me - I can look at it but not use it in any sort of spell, and there are so few books on it. I can't wait, I'm excited." There is a bounce to her step.

[calendarofcrime]

"I have what you might call a royal sense of direction," says Sherlock, "but less success using it to accomplish practical effects."

[thaumobabble]

"My limited and rumor-based theoretical understanding probably can't help you very much, but I could try?" says magic person.

[calendarofcrime]

"Thank you," says Sherlock. "Perhaps later."

[thaumobabble]

"Okay," says magic person agreeably. "So have you had an eventful whimsy-based quest that might or might not yield husbands so far?"

[calendarofcrime]

"Not especially, no."