The skin melts from the goddess’ face and she glances at Phaedra’s quizzical expression with bright red eyes.
Cheth: The dead are unable to reach this artifact on their own. You will need a living volunteer to help you retrieve it.
Phaedra: A living volunteer? Why?
The goddess clasps her hands behind her back and looks off to the shore emerging on the horizon.
Cheth: Like I said… That’s all I know. But that makes things a bit harder, yes?
She leans forward and tips Phaedra’s chin up with her finger, forcing the princess to meet her eyes. The winds catch her hair and sash, flaring them around her. Phaedra looks more mesmerized than terrified.
Cheth: In a world that hates and fears the dead, you’ll be hard-pressed to find anyone willing to assist even the cutest ghost. And it’s not like you can blame them. We both know the living have a very good reason not to trust you. Just look at your new brothers and sisters down there…
Cheth grabs Phaedra's chin and turns it downward with a twist, forcing her to view the ocean’s surface. She stares with a grimace - she's a different beast than the ghosts trapped below, but not by much.