Evelyn would have found themselves in this space now, seeing the door as they gently opened it. Gripping the knob with their slender fingers, feeling a small tingle as they stepped through the space.
"W-Where did I end up, goodness.."
Asking now as they stood there, smelling the very lovely [1/2]
own keyhole. But the key entered and turned in the magical lock. Summer pushed the door open, and smiled.
They did it. It was barren now, but they'd craft this empty space into a library. A meeting place. A true neutral ground for mages.
"Welcome to The Veil, Summer Scott," she mumbled to herself.
