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Behind Hidden Thoughts
Ninth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
During the day, The Furtive Smile lost most of its mysterious atmosphere. The wooden sign was only that, and in fact the bronze decorations gleamed like any mundane piece of metal. Maybe it was the idea. The demand would be less during these times of the day, when everyone was busy working while the sun was still up.
We can now still work during the night thanks to the Great Tree. She surely wasn't expecting that to happen.
Dirron looked at the perfumed invitation letter once more. He didn't really understand so much why he was put in the path of this woman, but he was also curious.
Curiosity will be the end of me, right? The thought slipped uninvited into his mind. A hand with warts instinctively reached for his dewlap to scratch it despite not feeling anything similar to an itch. But if something was certain is that for some reason, this woman was allowed to be in this city, then the Dragon King was okay with it. He shuddered.
How many fiends are around without me even noticing? He steeled himself and walked to the door and knocked, if only to get that thought away from his mind.
A pair of bright green eyes welcomed him. The girl, because if older than him could probably be barely above seven-and-ten years, begun to explain that the place wasn't open yet, but he clumsily handed her the invitation. She simply smiled, and let him come inside.
"Please, have a seat while I tell Lady Rosebud of your arrival," she said as she calmly walked away. So he was again in the hall, staring at the paintings of heavenly and fiendish struggles. Not epic battles, but struggles of the heart. Something brushed against his shoulder. And as he turned to see a pair of leathery wings he could not help but to jump.
"Welcome back. I
dearly missed you," said her host. "I am afraid that I couldn't spare time to meet you before, I had a
lot of work to do."
"I—"
"Yes, dear, you need to ask more questions. More important ones that whatever ruse that gremlin told you to make you come here. That was a really stupid decision, but again, I probably wouldn't be standing here if I hadn't been helped by poorly made choices" She had a seat beside him and cupped her chin with her hand, a finger delicately tapping her cheek. "So, what are you going to ask?"
"W-Why is that you are here?" It was poorly worded, but it was better worded than 'how is it possible that you haven't been bled in front of a tree yet'. She raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing what he truly intended to ask.
"I'm friends with Viserys. I'm working for him, actually."
"What?" He blurted out. A fiend working for the Dragon King? How could he trust her?
Did he have more of her kind around?
"With all the sorts of things he has around, are you really surprised to see me?"
She had mortal heritage, though. In a sort of way it made sense. How many slavers and pirates had chosen to take the Dragon Banner?
"Then how did you meet the King?"
"That's a really long story for another time. You only need to know that I helped him and he helped me." She moved in her seat as to face directly at him. "You thought that because I have the filth of the Pit itself running in my veins I would be like every other Tanar'ri around, am I wrong?"
He instinctively opened his mouth to object, not even knowing what to say, but she cut him off. "Still, back when I was toying with you, you didn't really try to hurt me. Why?"
He stopped and swallowed. Even if he hadn't intended to hurt her, there was no point in looking as a vulnerable child in front of her. "I-I was prepared to unleash a
spell of agony had you kept pursuing me," the child counting scarcely two years above ten replied. She smiled.
"How tough, trying to spare me the pain of suffering a spell like that…" And with that her smile turned predatory, small fangs showing while the green snake eyes bore into his own. "… I didn't know you were so fond of me." And with that she placed her hand on his own. He instinctively moved his arm away, and she started giggling.
"Don't worry, young lad, I don't bite… unless you want me to." The horror must have surely showed on his face, because her laughter didn't last long. "Enough for now, I'll take this as payment for leaving me momentarily blinded a month ago. You are too young for these jokes anyway."
"What jokes?" he blurted in confusion.
"That's exactly what I mean, boy." And with that her posture relaxed and she allowed herself to lean against her comfy seat. "You did cast that spell without speaking. That is nice trick you have around. Did you learn it at the Scholarum?"
"Yes, I did. Well, kind of. I had to train a lot myself to get used to channeling the right matrixes without verbal input, but I managed to do it." There was no small amount of pride, until he realized that he had spoken far too much.
"I see. Teana was right in that you were a clever boy, then," she said.
Dirron started. "Why did she tell you that?"
"Because I asked her, that's why." Her mocking smile returned. "Who would have thought that behind that tough face hid a bookworm? I could have easily seen your face behind a criminal band on the Old Deep. Life always surprises me."
He looked downwards. "I just look like a frog-faced aberration. I couldn't scare anyone even if I tried."
"What do I look like, then? Like my father had decided to mate with a bat and a snake?" She extended her wings as if to emphasize her point.
"But you are different, you are—"
"An actual spawn of the Pit?" She turned to him. "Then I am afraid that I am confused, because I am not bathing in the blood of innocents right now while I try to invoke the endless hordes to drive the world to chaos."
He looked at her, unsure about what to answer. "You are not fully a demon." It was the best he could come up with. Her look was disapproving, but there was something else he couldn't read right there. At last she spoke:
"What if I were? Wouldn't I be able to decide what to do with my own existence?"
"Then you would have a harder time doing so?" came the half-reply-half question. He didn't truly know. In some way, he didn't want to know. What if he had to start offering a helping hand to fiends when he saw them? Life was simpler this way. The woman who called herself Lady Rosebud simply sighed, her answer barely a whisper:
"I guess I would have needed far more help, then." And with that her eyes wandered to the same painting on the wall he had seen the last time he stood in the same hall, the one that depicted a knightly being from Elysium offering a hand to a demonic woman.
"Was he the one to change you?" Dirron asked, or rather blurted as curiosity overcome him.
Why can't I keep my mouth shut?
She giggled. "No, he was just the first idiot to have some faith in me. I should ask Viserys to call him back, I want him to see how far I've come and not thanks to him," she said with a smile that made him remember of Glyra.
She then turned to him, "How about we change you, too?" And just to lend more credibility to the words she changed back to her human disguise and extended a hand towards him.
"Come, I'll show you what I've done with this place."
OOC: And the inner struggles of Azema and her new friend continue. They struggle against the urge to strangle Glyra by having put them in this uncomfortable position.