Mal's Pineal tingled again. "Let her wait", he thought....
The peaceful silence stretched on for a few moments, though there a was slight air of tension beneath it, like the smell of ozone after a lightning storm.
Finally...
"Greetings, Lady Mnemosyn. I still detect a bit of 'red' in your aura, but I am happy to see you nonetheless.
"I regret that we can't offer you a chair, or a throne, but join us if you wish."
He extended the cheroot, which had become significantly shorter during the interlude..