With Bob tucked away safely in his backpack, Harry had gone out to see the Gates. He wasn't bold enough to visit at night, but if they were truly around, there would be residual energy during the day. Rather than opening his Sight to see, he'd brought along his portageek. Bob wouldn't be able to leave the skull in daylight, but there was minimal risk for this sort of assignment.
He'd hefted out the skull, letting the eye sockets face the first of the Gates. "What are we looking at, Bob?"
Orange lights swirled in the empty sockets. "Wow, boss. This is some pretty impressive stuff. Like, really impressive. Couldn't be mortal workings. Has to be some major players involved."
Well, hardly unexpected, but it was something. "How can you tell?"
"Because it's layered in multiple dimensions. Six, at least. Physical, temporal, astrological, celestial, abyssal..." The skull in his hand whistled appreciatively. A mean feat for a spirit without lips.
"What about the other gates?"
"What other gates?"
"Don't act stupid, Bob. There's seven of them."
"Not on this side," Bob said. "Or did I not say there was an astrological layer? Oh wait, I did." The skull rolled it's eyes, or, rather, rotated the orange lights in its eye sockets. "They're not here during the day."
Harry rolled his own eyes, properly. "It's not like someone is setting this up every night for the sun to erase the energy in the morning, Bob."
"Correct, sirrah. The other gates physically do not exist during the daytime. Much harder to accomplish. Definitely not mortal construction. And that is just weird."
Harry was already trying to come to grips with what Bob was saying, and didn't notice the change in tone. "It's weird for something non-mortal to make a construct?"
"No, it's weird for a water puddle to appear two meters over dry ground."
"Huh?" Harry glanced up, blinked once at the expending ripple in the air, and quickly jumped backward. Something fell through half a second later, and the noise it made when it hit proclaimed it human. Female.
Harry took a moment to stow Bob back inside the nylon backpack before taking his staff in hand and leaning casually against it to watch the young woman. The ripple, interestingly, had vanished once she had come through. Apparently something had wanted her here.
Once she'd turned and seen him, Harry arched a brow. "Now this," he said, "is a story I've got to hear."