Soon enough, they've crossed the mountains and are deep into the sands of the desert. The best guess for the location of the library is somewhere near the center.

Zoom! Until it seems reasonable to stop.

She puts down Eliko, turning to her girlfriend. "Any guesses on where to go, darling?"

"Hmm..." She consults with a selection of ghosts, swapping some in and out.

That's disturbing.

"...That way feels like our best chance." She points.

"Onwards, then!"

She'll scoop Eliko, after again waiting for permission, then much more slowly zoom towards the maybe-library.

There's maybe a faint shimmer on the horizon.

Zoooooooooooooom.

Does library respond to calling out that she's got some interdimensional books she knows the library won't have?

Not really. But all it is is the tip of a tower rising out of the sand, so perhaps that's to be expected.

She'll keep a hold on Eliko, and use a wind technique to blow away the sand in a spiral around the top - of course the sand will eventually fall back in, but she suspects this is easier than attempting to raise the tower.

The tower is very tall, and actually is more like a spire on a larger building. There's no visible windows or doors as more of the building is exposed; the only entry point so far is the cupola at the top of the tower.

Through that, then.

There's a trapdoor, and a narrow spiral staircase, pitch black. The Keres sends one of her ghosts down, glowing with light. The shaft descends farther than the exterior of the tower they had revealed.

Interesting.

She sets down Eliko, and descends.

Eliko taps the walls as she walks down the stairs, and frowns.

"This building doesn't make any sense."

"How so?"

"Bigger than it should be. Spaces folding in on themselves."

"Fascinating. Seems appropriate, for a spirit library."

"I don't like it. Makes me dizzy."

"You use your earth bending for your senses that much?"

Shrug. "Habit I got into while I was learning. Most earthbenders don't."

She nods. "It seems like it'd be more useful than not."

"It is."

The bottom of the stairs is a ladder down into a wide atrium with a domed roof, light by a sourceless glow. Four wings split off on the sides, stacked with shelf upon towering shelf of books.

Books!!!

She steps out into the middle, slowly turning around, a look of awe upon her face.

"I wonder how they're sorted..."

"If indeed they are," the Keres says, floating the last little way down to the floor.