: A minutes later in the Royal Court, Cole
: returned ready to attempt to glance
: something from Terri's mind. But still he
: made an allowance for his associate to try
: first.
:
: As Rosalia went towards her room, she realized she would need to get more water and turned back towards the entrance. She paused as she heard Bobby call out to his sister, "These guys are from Earth. They think that this mental guy here can maybe reach her mind while she's asleep." He gestured at Cole hopefully.
She paused in her errand and wondered if this were indeed true. She watched as most of the group headed towards the Dreamer's room and let herself smile as Hank escorted Sheila. She put her back to the shadowy wall of the corridor and debated with herself what she should do.
She knew she might be able to help these guests of the Young Ones. And if they could wake Terri, there may be hope of standing against Venger yet. Perhaps even sway the mind of the Princess...
Rosalia shut her eyes briefly and wondered how she could give information without revealing her source. They were bound to ask... to be suspicious... but if it would help...
"So be it," she said softly. She opened her eyes and walked down the hall. Before the stairway leading up to Terri's room waited a tall figure in splendid rainbow-hued armor. The woman seemed to be waiting for one of her friends.
Taking a deep breath, Rosalia walked up to the woman and smiled. "Hello there," she said in her soft, lilting voice. "You must be one of the guests of the Young Ones."
The woman turned to her and smiled back, introducing herself as Iris and extending her hand. Rosalia hesitated a brief second before briefly shaking hands. Iris was surprised at how warm her hand felt, though she wore strange seeming gloves which covered only the palms of her hands. A strap circled each middle finger and more straps crossed her thumbs and wrists, holding the palm coverings in place.
Rosalia told her, "I am called Rose Vallan by many in this City. I suppose you could say I am the resident Storyteller when my travels bring me here. That is a beautiful instrument you have there. Are you a musician then? Or a minstrel?"
The Storyteller listened as Iris told of her talent. She then suggested, "Perhaps if there is entertainment tonight and you are in the mood, you could accompany me. I oftentimes use musicians if I show a dance or something other than straight storytelling."
Just after Iris gave her answer, Cole walked in. As the young man dressed in black walked up, Iris introduced them. She hesitated once again before offering her hand to the Mentalist, releasing her grip quickly. She much preferred formal greetings as it was barely a touch of fingertips. She never had to worry about hurting anyone then. But in other cases, the contact was necessary.
She glanced at Iris and then her amethyst gaze settled on Cole's. "I... I overheard what you were planning to do... to help the Dreamer, Terri." Her gaze dropped to the floor and she pushed back a white strand of hair behind her ear. "I may be able to help you."
Iris and Cole exchanged glances and asked how.
Rosalia raised her head in determination and said, "I know what caused her to sleep sound, dreamless, sleep. It is the work of a demon. A lesser one, but one that has a powerful master. If you would go inside Terri's mind, you will find her. She is tucked far inside one of the dark corners of her mind. She is frightened and wants to awaken, but she is helpless to do so alone. That is all I can tell you for that is all I know."
She quickly said, "I must go now and prepare for the Princess' summons. I wish you luck. I... hope this will help you," she finished sincerely. She turned on her heel and strode swiftly back down the hall before they could ask her any questions, passing another of the guests.
She wondered if this Beast-- she looked again on seeing the almost foppish way its hair was set, complete with little blue bows-- if this Beast had overheard the conversation.
