Cheline reaches to grab the pipe from the wall, removing it from the stone with a CRACK.

Cheline: Ohohoho! Yes, this is GREAT fun.

Vanna stays flush to the wall, fearful, as the smiling face of the high priestess gets close.

Cheline: You should see your face.

Cheline saunters back toward the door, trailing smoke.

Cheline: Well, go on! What else do you want to know? Everything you could have ever wondered... All the answers are here. For a Lodestar, surely there is no greater buffet in the world.

Vanna sits awkwardly, still on her guard.

Vanna: I... don't understand... How were you the Fata Morgana? How are you this priestess? Are you a shapeshifter?

Cheline stops. Vanna looks over her shoulder.

Vanna: Or are you controlling them?

Cheline stops before the doorway, frowning in the light.

Cheline: 'Life goddess,' you call me. 'Death god,' you call my brother. Titles far too simple for our true natures.

From beneath her cloak, two small black feathered wings begin to emerge.