Wahida looked towards the tree and its opening.   Then back to Cash, her fuck toy.   He had not been or seem not to be offended at being called such.  Which sealed the nickname between them.   It also set the stage towards a path for the princess.    The magical garment had indeed been trying to tell her something.   That a price is to be paid.   That what occurs in the demon realm is opposite of what is on the other side from whence she comes.  Her mother had realize this, the witch queen had been quite subservient here in the demon realm.   Knowing that she would be dominant in her own world.   It is the law of the cosmos the check and balance that is the chaos of the planes.<br/><br/>After a moment of gazing at her fuck toy.  She would nod, and dismiss him.<em>"That sounds good, go and do as you say.  I shall see you later."</em>She would say in dismissive tone,  as if her inherent right.   The ability to control is a dark tonic that claims at her.  She will succeed she will return and she will live and turn the tables on her mother.<br/><br/>With out waiting to see if he leaves, she turns to look at the opening of the tree.  Wondering if the Owl is within or has gone out already and will return.