Vladislaus was gone.
Of course, L. wasn't in the dark on this one, and was very well aware of where he was. Rather, she knew enough to know not to be concerned about it. It was best if L. knew as little as possible, because Aine was a tricksy little thing, and L. knew the other spellcaster to be dangerous enough to be cautious with. One should never underestimate their enemies, after all, L. knew that because that was how she gained her own advantages, others underestimating her.
Unfortunately, Keisha's protective web was in Magic Realm, and L. had added to it over the years. The end result was, L. hadn't left Magic Realm since probably the eighties, and had no intention of doing so anytime soon, as to do so would be to step outside of the protective cocoon she and Keisha had spun. And who knew what Aine would do, if L. set foot outside Magic Realm? She knew too much. The Sage of Mischief Magic often did, particularly given the most recent ones were all shamans, and, in L.'s case, seers.
So, she stayed where she knew she was safe enough. No one asked questions, and L. didn't have any family left (they'd burned a long time ago). On the one hand, if she left, perhaps Aine would finally come back out. On the other, L. wasn't so certain the Sages could deal with her right now. Morgyn still wanted to believe the best in her, and Simeon... L. wasn't sure how much he knew. Certainly, L. hadn't told him anything. She wasn't going to be the one talking smack on the last Untamed Sage, that was for sure.
Idly, she waved a hand, pacing around the cauldron in circles. It stirred itself, and L. was pulling herbs and crystals off the shelves in the basement at headquarters. A bit of this, and a little of that, maybe this... another hand wave, and the concoction stirred itself again, and L. started putting jars back. Then, she stopped, and stared at it. Something was wrong...
Her eyes grew wide, and she scurried behind a couch, just as it exploded.
... great. That wasn't going to work, either. L. stood up, brushing her skirt off, her sleeves, and then frowning at the cauldron. She then shuffled around the couch, scribbling something down on a notebook that was open on the coffee table, and went back to pacing. There had to be a way of getting the wards to transfer to her, rather than a place. As of yet, L. had no idea how to do it, but she'd figure it out. Either that or she'd never leave magic realm again, either one. At this point, she wasn't certain which outcome she preferred.
She just had a strange feeling that, whenever Aine started moving, it wasn't going to be here, and if she was going to be of any use, L. needed to be able to leave. That was all.