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"- this isn't the library." The girl who says those words is standing at the front door, clutching a heavy, leather-bound book to her chest. She's a pretty girl, with flowing chestnut hair, bright green eyes, and she's dressed plainly; brown skirt, brown bodice, white blouse underneath. Plainly, but the cotton of her clothes is of high quality, and her light, throaty voice is unmistakably cultured. It also, if one knows Tortall, has a Lakes region accent.

The girl is looking both confused and wary. Wary, because behind her is the City of the Gods, and goodness knows that the boys there who being trained in magic know how to pull pranks. Only...this doesn't seem like a prank.

It...it looks a tavern. Maybe. Not that she's been to one, of course, but it still...It has a tavern-ish air.

Delia of Eldorne slowly inches her way forward, still looking very confused.

[OoC: Delia has been rebooted, and is now nearly sixteen. If any characters that tag remember her from her previous run, please don't tell her. Any questions, just drop me a PM or ping me. :)]

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A red kitten pounces on her dress as a boy on his knees reaches forward and stops,

"Hell, if you do that I ain't goin' to let you wander around here. Sorry, miss."

"Oh, it's perfectly all right," she says, giving him an automatic (but no less bright) smile. "If I may, though...I seem to have been turned around somewhere?"

She's very obviously very confused.

He carefully takes Horus off her dress and stands up, nodding and blushing. She's beautiful and looks like a lady,

"That's Milliways, miss. It starts confusin' and never quite stops. I'll try and explain though might be best to sit down. Don't want anyone runnin' into you."

"Oh- Oh! Yes, that's...sensible." Fortunately, there is a table nearby, and she sits down after one-handedly spreading her skirts. The book is still being held, because books are precious and expensive and this does, after all, seem to be a tavern. No knowing what'd be on the table's surface.

Horus is put in his pocket and the kitten pokes his head out to meow as William sits down at the same table,

"Um, well, where were you before, miss? And do you have magic in your world?"

She reminds him a bit of Mary and he wants to be as proper as he can.

"The convent for the Mother Goddess, at the City of the Gods. And, yes, I do."

Your world, the boy said, as there are many.

"Probably not the one you were looking for," Tavi comments lightly.

His green eyes are regarding her with faint interest. He may not know the difference between Tortallan accents, but there's definitely some similarity to Alanna's (Alan, now).

Expression wry, he adds, "Although as I recall, there is a library."

He doesn't add that he's not sure what the state of said library would be, given the state of the Bar.

"Right, that'll help some then. Least if anythin' can help, this place is odd and called Milliways and at the End of the Universe, miss. You get all sorts of worlds and times here and dead folk,"

Her outfit doesn't look like something a nun would wear, but she might be at school in the convent. He's aware that's something that happens sometimes.

He stands like a soldier or a knight, is wearing a uniform. It's not a uniform she knows, but she knows the bearing, and a uniform is a uniform.

Her own green eyes meet his - not ladylike, perhaps, but right now she's too confused to play at modesty.

"And where would this library be situated?"

"Could you run that by me again?"

"Yes, miss, this is Milliways. It's at the End of the Universe and it's a place where you get folks from all sorts of places,"

He gestures to the Window but doesn't look over at it.

Pausing for a moment, Tavi considers that before smiling wryly.

"You know, I'm not entirely sure. It might have moved since the last time I heard about it."

He can tell she's Citizen material, or nobility or whatever Tortall calls them.

"The End of the Universe, how does that-" her eyes move over to the Window, and she stops, turning white.

"Goddess bless."

"You don't have to look at it and the first drink's free. Can I get you somethin'? It might help,"

He wants to help as she doesn't look like she's taking it well.

She arches her eyebrow.

Pointedly.

(Yes, yes, he's tall and charismatic and all of that, but if she was put off by everyone who had presence, she'd never get anywhere in life.)

"Sure it is." He grins at her. "It all depends on your definition of a library."

"The one I was about to enter," she says, overly patient.

"Tea," she says, closing her eyes. "Tea would be lovely."

He gives her a hopeful smile.

"Honestly. There was some damage recently, so it's possible the library moved."

He'd meant it the first time. Now it's possible he's just being obtuse for his own entertainment.

"Yes, miss," A rat would probably her more as the ones that are around have bullet holes in them.

So he stands up, keeping a hand on Horus and goes up to the counter. After a few minutes, he returns carefully carrying a tea tray, "I hope this'll do."

"And yet, sir, that still fails to answer my question in a satisfactory manner.

Where am I?"

"The one you were about to enter or the one you intended to enter. If it was the one you intended to enter, then no this isn't the library. If it was the one you were about to enter, then yes it is the library." He says this in a horribly round about and yet it does sort of make sense way.

"It...I'm sure it will help, thank you."

Mm. Tea.

Still, though, clutching that book to her chest.

"So, I...came here thanks to a spell?"

Ah.

Someone who thinks he is clever.

Wonderful.

"So, where am I? Exactly?"

"I think that's the best way to explain it, miss. I don't understand magic,"

It's something that he doesn't even know how to begin figuring out. He trusts Katya and the people here to know how magic works.

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