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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.
thaumobabble
thaumobabble
"Including have big baggy witch sleeves which can't have anything between them and my arms?" asks Bella.
thaumobabble
"Then instead of mistaking me for a witch, they could mistake me for some bizarre witch-knight hybrid," giggles Bella.
thaumobabble
"I wonder if there are any actual bizarre witch-knight hybrids who'd be annoyed with me for impersonating them without paying guild dues or knowing anything about swords beyond which end is which."
thaumobabble
"Oh, no, witches are very laid-back about that. Besides, even a lot of bonafide witches can't tell that I'm not one. They stop at the robes and the cat and the pointy hat and the garden, same as everyone else, four times of five."
calendarofcrime
"If you get any of it from witch-knights," says Sherlock, "you may send them to me."
thaumobabble
"I don't know a thing about armor design. I work with fabric and glass, not generally metal," laughs Bella. "I don't know. I'm pretty used to my existing look. Does armor come in unobtrusive?"
thaumobabble
It's full dark at this point. Bella pulls a glowing knob of glass out of a sleeve; it throws her face into stark shadows but lets her pick her way across their chosen clearing to her bedroll and sit on it. "Well, it would be very kind of you to make me such a thing," says Bella. "...I think I mentioned that I am currently saving up for a carpet, though, so, I don't know what materials and labor usually run, but -"
allthebrightest
"I'm a princess," Tony points out. "I don't actually need people to pay me for stuff. I'm pretty much just gonna do it to prove I can."
thaumobabble
"How long after sunset do you two usually turn in for the night? I don't want to keep you up," Bella says, setting her glow-glass on her pillow.
