#elsewhere

The reflection stares back , as mirrors do, "That would be undeniable "

She places a hand on the mirror, murmuring softly as glamour gathers.

It builds and builds. HERE she can cast without restraint, and she is powerful

The Mirror senses it to "By the light caught on glass, I had no idea"

Runes shift, transposed, rewoven, a letter here and there....

It is not easy, treasures are something only the most learned in the fae realm can work with so directly.

Good thing Zara is among those numbers.

And Mistress Mirror stands - stands - on two of her own legs. She resembles a sidhe, all elegance and shine, with pointed ears and a lithe frame. Her voile glitters, reflecting like so many tiny mirrors in its spangles. Her hair is silver, her eyes grey.

"my word" She raises her hands "I have fingers. I've been poked with them before, but never had them. How amazing. I'm a full body mirror , or at least full bodied"

"You can go where you please. Though I do know a library where many curious children visit, if you are so inclined."

"Indeed, I don't know what to make of this? It will.. last forever won't it? "

"It can. Though if it disconcerts, it may be mended. I did rather presumptuously change you."

"Perhaps.... not here, however?"

"Not here and perhaps not at all" She smiles "I think I shall find a way south of the border. " Then she says "For any with eyes and ears to see this scene, I am CHOOSING to leave, as is my right as a kithain"

Zara splays a hand over her chest and bows to the Mirror.

The gesture is returned, and then "And this my thanks to you. In the desk you'll find an ink, very nice. The ink is invisible to all, even your kind, SAVE by Moonlight. The sun will not show what is written, nor any flame, or light born artificial. But Moonlight can allow what is written to be read. The Seer hasn't figured that out yet. I've been.. evasive"

"Delightful. The fool."

"Oh, he's not evil, he's not interesting enough for that" Maybe it's the sidhe form, but she manages some good sneer in that saying.

"Shall we walk, Madame Mirror?"

"Let's" SHe says and she plucks out the ink vial she spoke of and whispers "If I drop this later I DO hope some kind person picks it up"

"If I come across a lost vial, well...." A liquid shrug.

"Indeed, one shouldn't leave refuse on the ground"

"Poor form, that."

Zara steps through, and nods a the new woman to latch the door.

And the two depart, the sparkling near sidhe tending to the latch, and handling all visible situations

(end scene)