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"I am the sponsor of all mirrors." The Celestial announced in a dead flat tone before a playful smirk decorates his face and he cracks a low chuckle before he gives his inquiry, "Okay, okay- look, I hear you can do a little something called the 'mirror trick' and it piqued my curiosity. Would you be willing to enlighten me on how it works?"

- Urgently, Angelo

"Really? Jeez, that mischievous little kitty. You have to keep a better eye on him, Angelo!"

"I'm relieved to know that Bradduck isn't in any danger, though. I was worried where he'd gone off to this time! It's a good thing that our companions are getting along."

"I suppose we have to chase them down now, just like the old days."

"W-wha is that?"

She slowly inched closer to the rabbit digimon,her fur up.

Anyway, gotta head back to work. Have fun with your new friend.

From, @sir-valen

Until…

A rift of swirling stars had opened up, just in front of the bar, where dolly would be, luckily she didn’t seem to be for the time being

Just enough time for the visitor to leave a small bouquet of love-in-a-mist flowers resting in a small glass vase, filled with shimmering water,

Just as the stranger put the blooms on to the table of the bar, they heard muttering from around the corner, the tavern’s inhabitants no doubts,

It didn’t take long for the visitor to quickly dash back through the portal they came from…

Until the rift was gone as well

With the only trace of anyone being here at all, resting on the counter top

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The empty tavern was soon filled by the sounds of crates and baskets being moved around. It was maintenance day and Dolly had very kindly dragged the Magister and some friends to spend the afternoon in the local market for a rather cozy time out. Compared to what had been going on lately, it was a welcome respite.

The vase inmediately catches Beah's eyes, its vibrant blooms resting peacefully against the tavern counter awaiting for someone to notice them.

"Hm... Love in a Mist..." she mutters, almost on autopilot before she recoils. Plants in general were never her area of expertise but it seemed now that spending time with certain Force of Nature, and snooping into their extensive notes on flowers and their meanings had infected her mind with knowledge she didn't ever expect to use, even less as a knee-jerk reaction.

She grimaces, slightly regrets it, but her brain goes on to remember what the flower means anyway.

Was it something along the lines of Mystery? An unresolved puzzle? Causing confusion to those around? Perplexity...?

There's traces of magic in the vase, for resistance; In the water, for nourishment, and in the plants themselves. It was the work of a mage who thought it would be nice to just leave a little surprise for Beah, it seemed.

"Well... they're harmless," She whispers to herself again. "They can stay right there until I figure out who came here"

"Why haven't I ever heard of this? You'd think people would talk about such a 'prestigious' organization back at the Lyceum, even if it's something fairly new..."

Beahreth tucks the invitation back into it's envelope and sits deep in thought for a few moments.

Once again, she curses at her own curiosity.

"I'll bite, but I won't speak about anything... what a hassle..."

"Are you expecting someone Magister?"

Magister Beahreth also looks towards the door, an expression of suspicion coming to the surface.

"No....and none of the other Merlins ever...knock on the door this way."

Dolly gets, up, walking to the door, ignoring Beah's remark. She peaks through the crack in the wooden door,

A woman with stark white hair stood on the other side, a halo of gold olive branches pinned atop her hair, glinting orange with the setting sun, almost glowing. Misty purple eyes stared right through the crack into Dolly's eyes.

A melodiously deep voice floated in,

"Can I come in?

@archon-merlin-magister-supreme

There was something in the stranger's voice, some sort of softness that put Dolly at enough ease to pull the rest of the door open.

"Of course! Come on in. Welcome to the Mystical House!"

Beahreth watched from her spot at the tavern's counter as Dolly let the woman in the house. A little too trusting, that one. But then again, the whole lower floor was kind of a public area.

"Visitors aren't really common at this hour in a weekday..." The local mage arches an eyebrow at the newcommer, a little more wary than the bartender. "But you're already here so, hey"

It's hard to tell if this is one of those, the others, but a few questions should do the trick, right?