One of the rooms has tapestries lining the walls, faded with age and the sun streaming through large windows to the point of illegibility. It's relatively out-of-the-way, insomuch as you can say that of a place that regularly shifts it's geography, and it's here Chara's chosen to practice magic, a small skeleton sitting crosslegged in one of the dark patches.

Currently all their focus is on the small, bright white upwards-pointing isoceles triangle cupped in their hands, bent on maintaining it as it flickers and distorts, clearly expending a great deal of effort in doing so.

They're so engaged in this goal that they won't notice him immediately.