Balthazar sighed as his grand-daughter was pulled away by waking.  Looking over at Sophie and smiled cruelly.<br/><br/>"She plans to steal your breath from your throat whenever it suits her," he answered, "So you cannot speak of this place or of the delightful games I suspect she intends to play with you."<br/><br/>He felt Aurora's request and nodded.<em>Take her jaw and open her mouth.  You need only trace the sigil with a finger, let me guide your hand...</em><br/><br/>He moved towards the dreaming girl and reached to grasp her jaw.  "Now we will bind you my pretty little Sophie, you shall be a slave by both day and night and answer to both your Master and Mistress."<br/><br/><em>It begins with a perfect circle, like most signs of power...</em><br/><br/>His direction took most of the next hour, but when it was completed the entire design flared and for a brief moment burned poor Sophie's tongue as is touched by a white hot brand.  But the pain was as brief as it was agonizing, and when it faded there was no visable sign of magic.  But in her heart, Aurora could feel the coiling thread of power she now held over her maid.