[Silvery_Lady]

Totally unaware of the two teens' conversation on the ground floor, their Mistress was still soundly asleep in her huge four poster bed, in the master bedroom of the first floor of her mansion.

The closed curtains were still blocking out the morning sun and in the room everything was silent, the only audible sounds were her slow breathing and the purring of the black cat that was sleeping on the sofa, on the other side of the bedroom.
His name was Goliath and he was Clarisse's favorite, among the many felines that were happily living in the mansion and in the surrounding garden.

Almost everything in that bedroom was of a different shade of blue or violet, from the walls, to the bed sheets, passing from the rug and the bed's drapery.
The woman had always found that kind of colors very calming.

Lying in the center of the mattress, the lower part of her thin body wrapped out in the blanket, Clarisse Compton was sleeping, motionless like a statue.
She had never been a morning person, that was one of the few memories she still had from her past (keeping up with the centuries was a hard task), and she simply loved to sleep and nap, anytime she had a chance to do that.

The woman's long hair, black as a crow's feathers, were all over the pillow, surrounding her face and she was half smiling in her sleep; probably she was having a nice dream.

The very moment when Roba finally reached his Mistress' room and slowly opened the door, Goliath opened up his yellow eyes and gave him a glance from the sofa, before meowing at him, starting to purr louder. The animal loved the young Demon, for some reason.

In response to those sounds, the click of the door and the intensified purr, Clarisse' smile faded away and she slowly rolled on one side, letting out a huff; she was starting to return from Morpheus' land.

The clock on the bedside table showed 10:10 in the morning.
Roba was slightly late...