''Say, Yin, why are you always observing that Kirkwall place? I'm so bored! You've been lazy and silent and I want to torture humans''.
The little girl who was addressing Nazael was no older than maybe 10 years old, and Yin called her Mao. She had reached this portion of the Fade that is locked to mortals and therefore must be some kind of a higher being. Yin did not directly oppose her presence and allowed her to stay, as she seemingly extracted some form of entertainment working on cases. The child was playing with a paper balloon in front of the lone wooden shack, her shoulder-length light blonde hair and black robe floating in the wind, and standing in the middle of an infinite field of oriental poppies, as Yin was indoors, the tip of her fingers dipping in a clear water puddle.
''Are you listening to me? Stop pretending that I don't exist, stupid!'' she spurted in a provocative way, hoping it would catch Yin's attention, but none of her complains seemed to faze her.
The demon lifted her expressionless gaze, uttering with strange evenness ''I feel motion. Dark and dank, it reeks of death. Soon''
Mao felt the compelling need to protest: ''But I don't wanna wait. I should be the one in charge here, vengeance is fun! All you ever do is stay still and mope around until something happens, you know what I mean?''
''Seldom if ever'', Yin responded dryly.
Mao closed her large purple eyes and frowned. "I'm 865 years old. When are you going to stop treating me like I'm 200?"
''I am just... so tired''