The Arcane Library
The marble dome of the Scribe's library takes up most of the space on his plane, with the rest of it being arid desert. Inside, it is much larger than the outside, though not as much as the Father's. Bookshelves fill the area in a maze, reaching both from the floor up, and from the ceiling down, and the tapestries on the walls and rugs on the floor have embroidered arcane sigils from every domain of magic and every type of caster. Floating lanterns light the twisting passages, staffed by spectres in silken robes, and thin silks are draped over many of the shelves and benches, especially beautiful in the light from the single skylight set in the zenith of the dome.
The Scribe often meets with visitors in his workroom, a room that even more so than the library doesn't follow the usual laws of physics. Furniture not only clings to the floors and walls, the items placed upon them staying there, but they also hover in random angles. Cushions and loose papers cover a lot of the surfaces, and it is lowly lit with floating candles, some alchemical experiments with liquid twisting in impossible ways to move between beakers. The centrepiece of the room is a table, placed ordinarily, with a single stool that is covered in games with only half of the pieces. The entirety of his realm has the faint rustling of pages turning and smells slightly of patchouli and papyrus.
