There it was. That pounding rhythm. She could see him, but it was likely that he and his company had yet to spot her. She moved from the corner of the garden most shadowed and unseen. In the wee hours of night it was not likely to find so many active members strolling about the Castle. When she spoke, a voice most soft and unthreatening peaked out, She was approaching the boy and his female friend. A soft smile on soft lips.<br/><br/>"So it seems the roses have no only enchanted their gardeners, but yourselves as well."<br/><br/>Her voice rang like silver bells in their ears, unnatural, but soothing.