"Hello?" Nazmi asked, glancing around cautiously. It had almost sounded like she was in the room with her.
'I'm not out there. Close your eyes, let's have a lesson.'
The young nymph sat on the floor and leaned against one of the tall bookshelves, then did as she was told. Nazmi's eyes closed, and within a few moments she was transported to the familiar dreamscape.
Once her vision cleared and she felt comfortable with the change of environment, she spoke up. "Caelus will be back soon, won't he be worried?"
A dark, shadowy form appeared in front of her. It was a feminine humanoid figure, but had no distinguishable features. She was made of swirling gray smoke, completely intangible. Nazmi recognized the aura to be Willow's, however.
"He wouldn't interrupt," Willow replied. "Don't stress yourself. He is not the one we have to worry about, anyway. That troublesome vampire prince is not to be trifled with, though. Not yet."
