The Storyteller left the Mentalist and the Minstrel, hoping that her bit of information would help. She truly hoped they could help Terri, as she had been told that though the demon who bespeeled her was a lesser one, it was strong enough to do damage and eventually kill the girl.Taking up a pitcher, she walked outside into the garden. Within the hedgemaze was a particular fountain that Rosalia enjoyed. The water didn't taste any sweeter or rinse cleaner than from the well, it's just that she found it more soothing. Water sparkled in the early evening twilight as it cascaded down the many sculpted tiers.
Filling the pitcher to take back to her room and prepare herself for the night's entertainment, she paused and then walked deeper into the maze. Walking around the turns, she found her favorite spot and walked into a gazebo covered with vines and flowers. It both hid her from view and allowed her a peaceful moment to compose herself.
Leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes, she worried about the young Dreamer and thought more on these guests of the Young Ones. Her brows creased in a frown and she sighed. "Amian," she called out softly.
As if waiting, a deep, musical voice replied, "You called?"
Opening her eyes, she saw the remains of violet smoke drift past the figure of the demon she was bound to. He was dressed in deep green leather leggings and an oversized cream colored shirt. He didn't bother tie the closure on the front and he crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall.
Tossing back his long ebony hair, his golden eyes regarded her with amusement. "You do not usually summon me willingly. To what do I owe this... pleausre," he asked, his voice dripping velvet as he finished.
"Azzarathamian," she warned, glaring at him.
The demon crooked a smile at her and shrugged his shoulders. "Very well. You are of a mind to be serious. What is it you ask of me?" he asked.
"You told me before that a demon was responsible for bespelling the Dreamer. There is a new group who will try to help. Do they have a chance against it?" Rosalia asked.
The demon's sensual lips twisted with distaste. "Bah, this dream demon is barely graduated past imp. He is merely showing off his new powers. I could save the girl, but the dream demon is bound by another and I cannot interfere with their bargain. Now, if the Dreamer were to bargain with me..."
"NO!" Rosalia shouted firmly. "You will not approach her! Not to bargain. Not her soul."
Amian nodded his head. "As you wish." He turned towards the door and cocked his head to the side. When he turned back to her, he said, "This demon is not particularly strong, though he likes to think so. But the one he is bound to is very powerful. I fear if you were to help these people and these Young Ones against him, you will find out just how powerful."
The demon took a step closer to her and said quietly, "I can protect you, but even my powers have a limit. Be careful, Rosalia."
He raised his pale hand towards her face as if he would caress her. Suddenly he stood up and looked at the door. "Company," he said and with a chuckle, disappeared in a cloud of violet smoke.
