A new character appears - and she's quite an ornate one.
Her words are sorrowful, but her smile is not.
And her eye is... not quite where it should be.
The speaker holds a small orb in her hand. She rolls it in her palm, cradling it with long brown fingers and bright blue polished nails. The object glistens, the pattern imprinted on it at once reminiscent of a peacock feather and an eye.
Mysterious Voice: Her sweet little heart had been pierced by a black-feathered bone arrow… The dark calling card of the pale assassins-- The Fata Morgana.
The crowds of festival goers stand listening to the radio in shock. People stare upwards with disbelief, hands cupped around their mouths and fear winding its way through them all. The bright lights of the festival seem to take on a red tint. Foreboding.
Mysterious Voice: The living servants of the Red Tide King grow more vicious by the day; their quest to dismantle our world never stops… But in the face of their cold senseless anger, we mustn’t forget the warm promise the mother goddess made to us: A promise named Shoshana. One day, Cheline's Daughter will return to cleanse our world of its evils-- both living and dead. I only wish… that today had been that day.
The speaker sits on her throne, holding the orb in her fingers. She is extravagantly dressed, a black, form fitting gown with a deep ‘V’ neckline adorned with green feathers that travel around to her back and turn black, as though into a cape. Crystals dangle from her ears, from the shoulders of her dress, and below her chest. The bottom of her long skirt is decorated with a feather pattern as well. She smiles, wide and gleeful, even as she talks about the loss of someone close to her. A green ribbon is tied around her neck and a cyan hood with black feathers is draped over her head.
Mysterious Voice: The loss of Phaedra has carved a hole into my soul, and I will carry this great emptiness with me until my own dying day. It will be my solemn honor to personally oversee her funeral and cremation in the coming days.
Back in the ramen tent, the radio faithfully conveys the woman’s words, crackling over the airwaves.
Mysterious Voice: A peaceful rest to Phaedra Philemon, the last of her name. May Cheline keep her… And Cheth spare her.