ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇsᴛɪᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ (cigam) wrote in valarlogs,
"Yes," Zatanna nodded, and she led the way - down they went, underground tunnels all intricately connected; the place gave off the scent of old magic itself, earth and incense, something heady. "From the air and from the ground view - well, I didn't cloak it specifically," she glanced over her shoulder with a smile. "We have a sect of the Guild that handles Enchantment, and glamours fall under that category. It was actually an abandoned wine cellar we converted initially."
Example given when Zatanna showed her guest into the library - well, it was part library, part wine rack, but the main attractions were the books. Shelves and shelves, long lines, as far as the eye could see. "Erif," she spoke helpfully, and the candles all lit at once so they'd have light. "Would you like anything to drink? I always offer before I give a tour."
Zatanna's magic was different than Emma's own, she could sense it. For Zee, it was all bones, blood, salt - forbidden, the practice of the occult. Emma's was...lighter, somehow. It was very white and silver, her aura.