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[green_lief]

Of all the strange things to happen...

Lief had been expecting to hide in the library until Jasmine figured out where he was, and then to... retire from the festivities early. Midsummer was a holiday suited to that, after all

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[as_bells_toll]

Sabriel was certainly no stranger to libraries. To be certain, this was not the great library of the Clayr, nor was it that of her childhood school. Still, she was confident among these shelves--confident enough at least to have some idea where she was going by the third round of the area she would deem the East Corridor in her mental map of the place.

She paused when she heard the echoing of someone's voice. "Hello?" She echoed back, taking slower more hesitant steps. The voice didn't sound threatening, but the sound had her hands itching to reach for her bells.

[green_lief]

A woman's voice, but not one known to him... Lief turned around, trying to figure out where the speaker was. "Are you lost, too?" he asked, realizing he could hear her footsteps.

This place was unnaturally quiet, even for a library.

[as_bells_toll]

"I've gathered my way around here, but it isn't a place familiar to be." Was her answer back as she twisted around the corner of a book shelf.

It was a relief to find the voice easy to follow, even with the quiet being unnatural. The eeriness could be dealt with after finding this stranger.

[green_lief]

"I only just arrived," Lief called back. He heard footsteps behind him, and whirled, beaded hair and impractical robes flaring out as he did so.

He had not been expecting a woman who didn't look to be any older than he was to be the owner of that voice, and so took perhaps longer than was polite to raise a hand in greeting.

[gtfomygarden]

There's the sound of something being kicked a few aisles over, a grumpy mutter, and then a young man vaults easily over the few rows of shelves separating them.

Or, at least, he looks young. He's holding something in his right hand, pressed to his chest; a soft glow is emanating from whatever it is, and it has a feeling of pressure.

He's dressed like he just stepped out of Victorian England. He even has a faint British accent to accompany it.

"I'm going to guess that you don't know where this is, either."

[green_lief]

Not knowing of England, or Victoria's reign and its fashions, Lief is left faintly confused by the man's manner of dress and his accent. He has seen stranger things in his time than a man vaulting over high bookshelves apparently by his own power, but doesn't bother to try to disguise the fact that he's moving so that the shelf closer to him is at his back.

"I do not," he replies, glancing down at the jeweled belt he wears. The ruby has paled, but not enough to cause alarm; perhaps this stranger is only a danger to those who would provoke him?

"What are you?" he asks, voice and posture guarded. Not who, no. The way that glowing thing looks, "what" is definitely the question to ask first.

[gtfomygarden]

Sunday hasn't exactly seen anything like your manner of dress either, but he's glimpsed something close to it, at least. He's not that surprised.

He doesn't seem particularly inclined to attack; he's relaxed rather than tense.
His hand is still on the object on the chain around his neck, though.

He tilts his head, meeting Lief's gaze, and for a moment there is a disorienting feeling of darkness; it's a little, perhaps, like looking into an abyss and seeing it look back. Not particularly malevolent, but something ancient and possibly powerful.
"What am I?" He sounds amused, rather than annoyed. "Something you will not have heard of. A Denizen of the House, in particular the Lord of the Incomparable Gardens."