[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

Tyaethe stood and looked at the proceedings a few more seconds, then once more over her shoulder at the gaggle of maids outside and Marianne's dog, before concluding that there was nothing that she could really do to assist. Besides, it seemed quite under control from her perspective.

The paladin shook her head and continued forwards, to the chapels. Specifically, the Shrine of Mayon--though aside from the size, little was different between the two save from the centrepiece. Annoyingly, given the order's origins, there was nobody else in there when the armoured knight walked through. Even if so many of the knights now where less religious than the past... did this place not feel comfortable to people any more? An indoor garden of roses and lilies, and the tranquillity of a pool of water...

It was hard to tell what she was thinking as she stood beside the pool, holding a rose and watching the petals fall one by one.

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[h2]Merilia[/h2]

Merilia couldn't say she cared overly much for how the furniture in the library was treated--the books were a different matter, but they were hard to replace and far more fragile. Some had even been written during her time as a teacher, even before she became a knight, and it would be annoying to have to replace those because some idiot knight had attacked simplistic introductions to various magical topics out of misguided stupidity. The furniture was of no interest to her whatsoever... but it offered a perfect excuse to play a joke on someone.

Over in Akitsushima, a mage stirred and took to writing...

The note that appeared over the pages in Jarde's book came with no warning and no fanfare: a single sheet of paper was vastly simpler to move through the world than an entire person. What it lacked in dramatic appearances, it more than made up for with an absurd--yet, to someone not expecting it, entirely reasonable--threat:

[i]"You, defiler of tables, have been placed under the Curse of the Library. Your knees will bend backwards and your hair turn to worms, your food shall taste of dirt and your drink of wood. Your father will become a rabbit and your mother will smell of elderberries. But repent! Repent and the curse shall be broken!

Simply run thrice backwards round the courtyard, singing the Milk Bunny Song without cease."[/i]

Hopefully, he would fall for it. Watching a grown man running around backwards and singing a children's rhyme? Priceless, no matter that she'd done it before. And there was even enough unexplainable, undecipherable runes written on the flip side of the paper. There was no need for [i]Jarde[/i] to know that it was just a missive from a member of Akitsushima's nobility inviting her to stay with them for a while.

Since she was satisfied that he would make some noise if he ran out, the former Knight-Witch decided to finish her examination of the library, which seemed to contain only two others in it for the moment. Two others, one of whom clearly holding a cut-open book, though from this angle, not one she could see the cover of. The magic user said nothing as she looked in their direction: simply an eerie girl in foreign clothes, looking ever so subtly [i]wrong[/i]. 

[@PaulHaynek][@pugbutter]