the front eaves of the house to the frontal doors, Aria nodded. "Yeah...if the doors were open or we managed to hook-pull them open from out of the ward's range, you could probably teleport us from one side of the sphere of warded area to the other on the inside - or at least, I presume it makes a sphere with the other half inside - but you're likely right that it's cannier not to use the front doors at all."<br/><br/>She rubbed a boot heel against the roof shingles, taking a moment just to admire the view itself, back over the crescent lake and beyond it, the forest they'd marched and teleport-hopped through. "I suppose the roof then. Those stone walls look thicker, and...roofs aren't usually that thick, I think? The exterior windows and balconies seem to suggest three stories, so probably we'd just fall to the third floor's...uh, floor. Hope there;s no multistory banquet hall under our feet...at least blinking slows falls. Agreed on keeping a-blink inside. Or we could drop to one of the balconies and float sideways through one of the doors that leads onto it. Or choose a place on the roof that seems particularly unlikely to be above any multistory chamber, like one just above a window or where someone would step out onto a balcony."<br/><br/><br/>(btw, you can always let me know if you want more architectural or environmental details)<br/><br/>Take your time on WWI (lol)....certain types of writing depend very much on present humor and mood...and part of my motive in starting WWII was I figured it'd make the pace of WWI seem more flexible.<br/>