It doesn't take long. It's quite peaceful, calming and refreshing, and she wakes up in what feels like no time… in an empty meadow.

She stands up, looks around, and crosses her arms. "Strange choice."

If she pays attention she'll notice a slight, cool breeze.

That's all.

With not much else to be doing, she sits back down. She does some mild stretching to wake up, and will wait a little while.

… The grass feels weird.

Like it might not have the proper texture.

Well, it's a dream.

Or it's an illusion, but not quite a distasteful one. Or it's a strange thing that occurs near the Demon Lord's castle and nobody has ever noted. The internal oh-shit-something-is-actually-harming-me alarm is still silent, so Halta just flops onto her back. Plenty of time to do nothing in (most likely) a dream.

Too bad that I had no time to talk more to Avenira...

Funny, it looks like the sun might have gone out while she wasn't looking. Or maybe that's just a large black shadow covering it.

Still nothing of concern. It's a dream.

[Teasingly] "I was using that, do you mind?"

No response, unless a slight breeze counts.

[Condescendingly] "Now, just because you have had no reason to play nice with anybody before does not allow you to be rude."

Halta's dream brain would push against the dream, to return the sun. She has a charm that would alert her to blatant manipulation, and attempt to wake her up in order to prevent mental suggestion while asleep, but it's a passive charm and wouldn't seem to stand up to potentially being brute forced past by a Demon Lord's power.

The light returns as the shadow coalesces above her, and then casually falling down from it:

Avenira has returned, it seems.

[Mild amusement] "Oh, just an entrance." Halta sits up. "Fairly good, but still a bother." She's still not entirely lucid.

"I'd apologize," she says, "but I'd need a good reason for that."

[Implicating] "Perhaps in good manners?"

She seems to consider.

"Nah."

[Resigned] "Well I had not very high hopes to begin with."

"What sort of hopes did you have?"

[Neutral] "For starters, sitting down so we speak face to face? Or something along those lines."

Avenira falls to a seated position, quite gracefully.

"Sure."

A small smile.

[Friendly Conversational Tone] "I had hoped to learn things, about you and about Hades. I got some about you, but not much in the end."

"Uh-huh."

Dream logic slips in. "Are you really a plant?"

"It depends on what you mean!"

"Are you closer related to the plants in your greenhouse, or to a human, or to a demon?"

Upon saying 'plants in your greenhouse', the wiggling plant pops up nearby amongst some (random) flowers while she thinks of it.

Avenira looks at the plant, frowns.

"I'd say a demon."