Phaedra stands stock still as Cheth reaches out and plucks up one end of her hair ribbon, twirling her hair with her other finger. Where the god touches, Phaedra turns red, infected by the veins that control the empty souls of the ocean. The light of it tints her face so that it is half blue and half purple-red.
Cheth: Then again, you’re not very blonde anymore. And I could make you a redhead rather easily.
Phaedra starts to turn her head, something dangerous glinting in her eyes- one blue and one being encircled by red and purple tones.
Cheth: Then you might actually be worth wearing.
Phaedra snaps and, in her hand, a short dagger materializes. She leaps forward, swipes out, and lops off Cheth’s female form’s hand cleanly at the wrist. The god stares for a moment, eyes blown wide as something not quite blood splashes out of the wound. When it registers properly they fall backward into the male twin’s arms, both screaming in pain and outrage. Phaedra’s eyes stay screwed shut, her expression solid in her determination. The ocean falters around her, falling all back into white froth, and the souls below shriek along with their master.