"Invisibility doesn't mask a scent," Ariadne said, more to herself than to him. "Which means that if you're there already, it must be on a separate plane of existence."

They were pushing the boundaries of how well she understood existence. She's participated in some of the Elf rituals in the past, calling on the deities of the Sacred Realm. Princess Amanda had done her best to explain it. Like two pieces of parchment, overlapping but separate.

It hadn't made much sense, but Ariadne hadn't forgotten it.