thaumobabble | extradimensional space

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.

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"Oh."

Calemar seems to decide that there's nothing he can do about this. He gets up and shifts his weight from foot to foot.

"Is it far?" Bella asks Sherlock, wondering whether to solicit more carrying or just trip her way there on her own.

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"Not terribly."

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Bella walks under her own power unless Tony says something about it, and she offers Calemar her hand, which he takes. This is actually a steadying influence, whether because of how it draws her attention or because of actual physical steadying; she doesn't fall on the way to -

The cave.

Yep, that's a cave. Calemar breaks away from Bella and hurtles into it, screaming for his parents.

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Sherlock stands still and waits. She's good at that.

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No one appears to be emerging from the cave.

"They could be fleeing out a back entrance," Bella points out after a minute. "Or they could have teleportations set up, if they're good wizards."

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"I can hear them," she murmurs. "Not words, but voices. They are not currently fleeing."

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"I'd be really surprised if a wizard came out to meet you. Maybe Calemar's mom, though."

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"We shall see."

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Eventually, a woman of some sort - whether she is Calemar's mother or not is not immediately obvious - emerges from the cave with her hands held up palms-front and a terrified expression on her face.

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"Hello," says Sherlock.

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"Please don't hurt me. Us, please don't hurt us," blurts the woman.

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"I do not plan to hurt any of you," says Sherlock, "unless you try to hurt me first, which I don't expect is likely. Perhaps you would like to explain what you are doing in my forest?"

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"...We live here?" tries the woman.

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"For how long," Sherlock says patiently, "have you lived here?"

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"...Not... very..."

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"Why did you begin to live here?"

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"We thought it'd be safe as long as the royal family didn't find us," says the woman, looking like she'd like to wring her hands but would like to remain obviously unarmed even more.

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"And what do you get out of living in a cave in the Enchanted Forest that is worth the risk that we might?"

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"...The other wizards won't think to look for us here."

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"I see," says Sherlock. "In that case, provided your presence is not destructive, you may stay here under the same protection as any other resident of the forest."

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Bella puts her specs on and flicks the lenses around and peers past the woman into the cave. "They're not absorbing any of the forest magic, I think," she says. "I don't know about other ambient magic."

"I don't know anything about that," demurs the woman, "but we're not hurting anyone..."

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"The forest magic is my primary concern," says Sherlock. She addresses the woman. "Please allow the small child to ask squirrels the way home if he is lost again."