The first thing Willow does when in the presence of her master never changes. Dropping to one knee and bowing as low as her body allows. This time was no different. Her red trench coat swaying from side to side, feet locked in place despite the lack of floor. She pushes her head close to her knees, awaiting the voice of her master.
It came, booming throughout the empty space sending shudders down Willow's spine. No matter how many times she is in his presence or hears his voice, she still reacts the same. The same fear in her chest, the same ache in her stomach, the same trembles, all too the same being.
"You...Are late." Was all it took from him to create a panic in her mind. He could see her fear despite her best efforts to hide it.
She didn't know what to say, she didn't know if she was suppose to speak, but she did anyway.
"My greatest apologies, Master." It was all she could force out.
"You would do well to ensure it does not happen again, is this clear?" A visible change was apparent in her at his words, he was not pressing the mater. This time there will be no repercussions for her incompetence.
"Of course master. I would never repeat the same mistake twice." She bit her lip, drawing blood. Her choice of words were poor, she spoke more than necessary. A simple yes master was all that was necessary.
"Watch your tongue Willow" She shudders, once again afraid for the near future.
"Yes master." Her head was pounding, she lowered her head even more, it was almost coming of her shoulders, touching her feet. Dropping the subject now, the god of Nightmares moved on to the purpose of calling the Nightmaren here.