[u]Aergar[/u]

"Ah, the both of you. Leaving a trail of carnage in your wake. Certainly, Phrenesis, you have no difficulty upholding your reputation." Aergar appeared, perched on a rock ledge that jutted out over the sanguine water. His eyes passed disinterestedly over the body which was its source. He had never paid much attention to Hiol, and vice versa, the satyr would not be missed. He instead fixed his gaze upon Phrenesis himself, or rather the body which he now possessed. A girl this time, beautiful though obviously not of noble origin. He let his eyes linger, and though she was pleasing to she did show physical signs of misuse. Her eyes were red and puffy, surrounded by dark circles from lack of sleep, and she seemed thin.

"You forget that mortal bodies require certain taking care of, old friend. At this rate you'll soon be possessing naught but a corpse. Nevertheless, an interesting choice this one is." Aergar rested his chin on one hand, letting his toes dangle in the water, dipping and then lifting them up, glistening bright red. Casually, he withdrew three seeds from one of the pockets of his jacket, breathing gently over them before letting them fall from his slender fingers into the pool, causing a series of small interlocking ripples to spread out beneath him.

"What [i]have[/i] you been up to then? Surely you don't intend anything serious in that state. Or is it the fact she'll soon expire that you summoned me here, hm?" The imp wrinkled his nose, "I would hope you'd be more careful with a better specimen. But then, I'm getting ahead of myself." 

"By the way, I saw Ada earlier today. Not a terribly interesting encounter though I figured you would have wanted to know about it." He didn't mention the prophecy or the human boy. Not because he wanted to hide the information, but because he knew Phrenesis would have no use for it. The old ghost was only ever interested in that gypsy woman anyway. 

Near the imp's dangling feet the water stirred. Three shimmering objects rose from the surface, spreading dark leaves that floated on the surface. Each in turn produced a bud, and each bud blossomed into a brillaint scarlet flower. Blood lilies, flowers that only bloomed in iron-rich waters, and so named because they were most beautiful when nourished by a living being's blood. Rare in a forest to be sure, and these would not last longer than a generation, but still they were quite lovely to look at. 

Aergar plucked one of them and brought it to his nose, filling his senses with its bittersweet scent. He held it out to Phrenesis, more as a joke in light of the spirit's current appearance than a gesture of goodwill. "Tell me, Phrenesis, why is it you have summoned me here?"