#the scribe.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

It's odd to see Luminary like this. She looks almost. . . Normal? Purple hair in a braid down her back, no mask in sight.

She's focused on watching someone across the street, who's bustling away and scowling at her like she ruined his weekend. She sighs once he disappears, not noticing Amelie nearby.

- @eyes-that-decieve

They sit down on a nearby bench, sipping the last of its tea. Faer face is covered by white foundation and intricate makeup, regular clear glasses switched for purple tinted ones. They're even wearing a dark purple wide brimmed hat and long layers of clothing.

There's a bit of curiosity about what Luminary is doing there,but they won't bother her, not unless she approaches Amelie first.

[eyes-that-decieve]

"Mx Luminary,may I come in¿?"

Amelie says out loud. With how many times it has said so,this started to feel like a ritual or a spell. It was honestly fun.

The little silver dragonflies show up just like last time, tugging on Amelie's hair and clothes in a distinctly playful way. Luminary waves them away, pulling Amelie into the library.

"I'm going to start keeping a tally of how many times you get into my house."

It sounds kind of like she's joking. Because it was her who let Amelie in anyway.

[god-complex-narrative]

Surprise, the three of them

[puppeteered-poetry]

You get no context as to why these are made.

[eyes-that-decieve]

Amelie rushes out into the street, trying to clear its head by wandering around. When that doesn't help,they decide to just take the risk and call to Luminary. Maybe their library will help.

"Luminary,may I come in¿?"

It whispers.

A flurry of the same dragonflies as last time show up almost immediately, pulling them in.

They're in a different part of the library than usual, a more circular room with hallways branching off from places in the bookshelf covered walls. This is one of the only rooms that has some semblance of furniture, large beanbags, -or at least something similar- on the floor. Random gold feathers are scattered around, like this is somewhere Blitz tends to hang around.

Luminary is sitting in one of the doorways partly up the wall. She looks up like she's surprised she has a visitor again.

"Hello again. Are you alright?"

[eyes-that-decieve]

"Luminary,may I bother you¿? I could use your help."

Amelie calls out the moment Laertes leaves, still feeling slightly out of it.

She appears almost right after they ask, floating an inch or two off a random chair in the room. If Amelie could see through her mask, her expression would be one of concern.

"Yes?"

[eyes-that-decieve]

“…Alright. Gotcha.” Laertes says, nodding slowly. Somehow, that knowledge helps. He knows for certain that there’s something to be afraid of everywhere. But if he doesn’t know for sure what that something is, it means it could be anything. This way, she knows what to look out for.

“What’s up with them?”

@laertesthelocalstranger

"It's difficult to explain."

Blitz's involvement in the paintings' existence is explanation enough, really.

"You can walk through them. The pine forest over there, you walk through and you're there. Cold and all. You could get stuck or hurt."