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

[thaumobabble]

"So helpful," agrees Bella. "Are there already any enchantments laid on the kitchen? That'll affect how I go about it."

[calendarofcrime]

"Not to my recollection, but the castle is quite old, so there's probably some residue."

[thaumobabble]

"Residue that's not in active use? I can just suck that up into the marble if nobody minds to get it out of the way."

[calendarofcrime]

"As long as you're careful about it, I don't foresee a problem."

[thaumobabble]

"What would the particular hazards of not being careful look like in this case?"

[calendarofcrime]

"If you took some magic that was in active use in whatever capacity, someone would be likely to get annoyed."

[thaumobabble]

"That makes sense. The marble's pretty well set up to avoid that sort of thing. I didn't want to get evicted on account of practicing straight-up wizardry, after all."

[calendarofcrime]

"Wise," she comments.

[thaumobabble]

"It's really a pity that wizards insist on such unfriendly forms of practice. And such secrecy. There are benign applications of their principles, but they're hard to dig up, and the wizards won't help anyone look."

[calendarofcrime]

"I agree."

[thaumobabble]

"I do wonder what that one was doing. He didn't say anything useful on the subject?"

[calendarofcrime]

"No."

[thaumobabble]

"There's nothing much in the part of the forest except the Tree of Pearls, which I can't imagine why it'd interest a wizard particularly."

[allthebrightest]

"What's the Tree of Pearls, again?"

[thaumobabble]

"It's a tree. It grows pearls," says Bella. "Instead of fruit. Or as fruit, depending on how you look at it. They're edible, in contrast to most pearls, quite tasty actually, also make lovely jewelry, I made Renée a necklace of them once."

[calendarofcrime]

"Did she eat it?"

[thaumobabble]

"Nope. She wears it. I put pearls in my omelettes sometimes, though."

[allthebrightest]

"That's kind of awesome," says Tony. "Unless you threw a real one in there by accident. Then, ow."

[thaumobabble]

"There's no good place to get real ones without just buying them from a traveling salesperson, around here, and I have no use for real ones - for all the magical applications the fruit kind works just as well. You'd have to go south for a week to get to a lake with freshwater oysters, and southwest from there for another two weeks to reach the ocean."

[allthebrightest]

"Well, it is the Enchanted Forest. You never know."

[thaumobabble]

"True. There's all kinds of stuff here. That's why I moved in."

[allthebrightest]

"Yep," says Tony. "That's the Enchanted Forest for you. Full of stuff."

[thaumobabble]

"Mostly trees and moss," says Bella. "But interesting trees, some of them, and pretty moss!"

[allthebrightest]

"I love my forest," Tony says happily.

[thaumobabble]

"In all its vast unmappable glory, so do I," grins Bella.

They walk till dark, and Bella knows less about where they are now, as she only rarely ventures this far from her home.

The weather's fair; Bella produces a bedroll but not a tent. "I can have a look at your bag now," she offers to Tony.