Date: 2013-04-07 02:56 am (UTC)
iambetadraconis: (Moody)
It's not Rabastan's magic at work, here. Somehow the bar must have decided not to allow Elea access, and cut her off before she could.

Also that kind of magic is a touch more advanced than even he could come up with.

"Most of the books are in another room, Autor," Rabastan informs. If only Autor could see what he and Elea can see.

Well. Good thing he can't—or shouldn't. The wards on the shelves are for Elea's and Rabastan's eyes only.

"If you want to see the rest, I'll show you."

"Save the books for another time, Rabastan," Elea says sharply. "I want to know how it got there and, more importantly, why you've kept this from me for so long."

He flinches at her expression of acute disapproval.

"Truthfully? I don't know how it got there. This bar has a talent for appearing where it wants to. Either it's a regular access point, like this room, or it can show up anywhere it wants, and take you by surprise.

"As to why... Well... You would have thought me mad for saying we had a bar that appears at semi-predictable intervals in this house of mine. Without proof that it does."
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