I found Tulip myself, ignoring the fluttering sprite who tried to guide me, running through the stacks to her favorite place in the entire Repository. The vision from the Loom realm clung to me like the mist itself, overlaying that terror with the reality that everything seemed perfectly normal here. I skidded through the elegant and stately stone corridors with their towering wooden shelves full of books and scrolls, past the café and the wooden floors and racks packed with all the amazing artwork of Creation climbing high toward the towering ceiling. The Menagerie would have lured me any other day, the collection of all the creatures that ever existed a common place for Tulip and myself to wander. But I was too worked up to think of such delights.
Tulip. I had to make sure she was okay.
