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]

"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."

[thaumobabble]

"No? How long have you been at it?"

[calendarofcrime]

"A week."

[thaumobabble]

"And you haven't run into any mischievous elves or lost panthers or would-be bandits or lost dukes' children from Kasselthwaite? I'm surprised."

[calendarofcrime]

"I'm not."

[thaumobabble]

"Why not?"

[allthebrightest]

"Because when Sherry doesn't wanna meet anybody in the Enchanted Forest, she doesn't."

[thaumobabble]

"Really! Now how do you manage that?" inquires Bella, who will now be narrated with her name despite the fact that her traveling companions don't know it.

[calendarofcrime]

"I go where they are not."

[thaumobabble]

"That seems logical, but how do you know where they won't be?"

[calendarofcrime]

"It is obvious."

[thaumobabble]

"...Is this an obscure royal magic sense, or...?"