[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
The Dominion of Oz—Quadling Country in particular—was unlike most other regions one might traverse. It was not barren or starved. The land was alive. Not merely in the sense of flora or life, but with something more fundamental in mind. It was not deprived of mana, nor stripped of the currents that flowed from the leylines. Instead, those energies lingered here in abundance, saturating the environment, making it difficult to ignore, even for those without any particular sensitivity to it.
And within the Good Witch's castle, that truth became even more pronounced. Mana clung to everything. It lingered along the walls, settled into the ceilings, and drifted through the air. It did not overwhelm, but it was constant. Even the untrained would notice it, or the indifferent would feel it.
