Hyrule High! ("Dere" RP--PM to join)

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The room they entered was... ah, near the library. That was her favorite place. However, were it that simple, she would have wasted no time entering the room in question. Unfortunately for her, things were not that easy, and she was afraid they were still tied to the traps, the illusions, and the dangers that came with the puzzles of the old temples.

She exhaled slowly and rubbed her eyes. Avilaria glanced back to the apprentice, who seemed out of sorts. The changes were... quite disorienting, so she could understand that. Fortunately for her, she could adapt, as she could work at heights and at a variety of angles. However, earth-bound walkers did not have this luxury. They could become queasy on the open waters. Handling the third dimension was trickier still.

"Close your eyes. If you have a fan, use it to blow cool air on your face." She scratched behind her ear as she tried to riddle out this puzzle. The box in the center changed and shifted.... Was it in contact with the various things that they could see? She searched for something simple, like a stick or a pole.... anything she could use... barring that, she thought that she could make something, but she wanted to try something mundane before magically created.  

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This was all very difficult indeed. Melzig, as usual, seemed to be little more than dead weight on the way. And no, he did not have a fan.

Left to sweat it out, the apprentice tried his best to steady his breathing and found some wall, tentatively, to lean on while the lady of the silken snare endeavored to solve yet another riddle.

About a minute or so into watching this mad carasol, a curious thing began to happen. Some of the moving sections of the castle suddenly began to carry people in them. They came in sections of courtyard, of hallway, of private chambers, all of them frightfully surprised to see that, as they passed the duo, they were being watched by some magical eye attached to an out of place piece of their home. All of them shrieked and gawked and gasped as they passed, except one. She, nymph-looking, curled up on a small table with crossed legs dangling off so carefree, giggled and vanished just like the rest of them.

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One of these things is unlike the others....

Avilaria moved her object forward, finding that she had a quill handy if little else. She poked at the strange sphere... and as it seemed to be a means of transportation, she thought she would approach the girl on the table. She hastily crafted threads and cast them at the sphere, with every intent to stop its turning and to freeze it in place.

If it was a door, then she intended to step through it and talk to the one who wasn't bothered by the otherwise disorienting happenings. Perhaps it was fortunate indeed, that she wasn't quite normal herself.

Sanctioned of the crown, indeed. ..... Unfortunately, the image vanished as soon as the others had. She would have to see if she could delay or halt the changes in any way.....  

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No such luck. A rather coquettish giggle rang out and was abruptly cut off by the change of scenery. The threads cast into the monty of castle scenes would simply seem to be whisked away into their shuffle, sticking to whatever room they landed in; the base of the thread, if the magus held onto them, would be cut off as soon as the change was made, suggesting some unseen solidness in whatever was causing the division between their section of hallway and the shuffling mess before them.

Inevitably, one of the rooms would repeat itself. A plump, silver-haired woman on the cusp of middle-age was seated almost painfully erect on a red velvet stool, just as she was before, in nothing but some blush and her underwear, singing to the highest spires of the castle. This time, however, she noticed the onlookers and hit her high note early, shrieking and covering up at all costs.

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Well... something noticed and was laughing at her, so that alerted her to the concept that someone was controlling it. It was irritating that it wasn't her. Avilaria frowned and withheld her magics. She saw someone singing, someone who must have been surprised, and proving also that others were aware on the other side. Perhaps it was the webs that gave away their position.

Fortunately, she was able to resist the temptation to throw a small hex at her for the off-tune note, as it hurt her ears a little too much. The illusion continued its path, and the longer she stared, the more she understood how easily a person could become disoriented.

She waited until the laughing face showed again... then she intended to try and catch her. If the web couldn't slow down the churning portal, could it go through it? It was worth a shot.  

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"I know that look..." Melzig took a moment to steady himself, knowing full well by the look of her that his mistress was about to leapt--though on faith or hubris it wasn't certain. Eventually, a vista of the royal garden appeared before them. The laughter returned with it, and Melzig loaded his weight onto his hide foot in anticipation.

... On the other side was a curious air. It seemed to be that of a dream, or that the oxygen had been locked up in some breathable water which itself had been a little diluted. This cloud or daydreams was the perfect medium for waves of laughter to press and roll out over the cobbles on down the middle of the garden. On the right and left there was a colonnaded awning and a rose maze respectively, framing the fountain in the middle with the goddesses pouring their lifegiving water into the earth--a continued celebration. The energies of sprites, all ecstatic, were abound and surfed and clung to the laughter as it rose and fell.

"The garden never is like this..." said the assistant, lowering himself over the stones in a half-crouched walk.

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It sounded to her as though the apprentice was learning. This was a good sign, as it might mean she wouldn't have to explain quite as much to him. Less explaining meant more time to act. Saves the energy, saves breath, and also reduces the risk of being detected by strangers.

But then, in this odd and surreal environment, could she really pretend as though they were entirely forgotten? Someone knew they were here, and they enjoyed every moment of this... trial by dungeon.

Surely there was a phrase for that, Avilaria mused.

"Then perhaps this is no garden."

She began to test and study the ground, the fountain, and she tried to isolate the sounds. Strange as it was... She was certain this was another trick.  

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Maybe she was right. Maybe the whole thing was just a house of cards, smoke and mirrors, hocus and pocus...

Melzig took after it, starting to check the ornaments and the shrubbery around. As they poked around, the laughter fled from random corners, everymore seeming closer to their grasp, always retreating that much more...

After a while of this, a argent bubble of a silhouette peeped out from the water on the second tier of the fountain. A miniature woman sat knee over knee, humming gleefully.

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