The red eyes look up toward a pale, bandaged woman in a cape - she carries a bow with an arrow nocked on its string. The red eyes speak to her in a strange language.
The woman listens, but looks away. She raises her bow.
The red eyes look confused and hurt, and say something else in the same language.
On the ship, the three youngsters are relaxing on the top deck as Cal pilots them toward safety.
Lani: Hey... Phae? Would a Fata Morgana even recognize the Mantaluna? If you don't see the name, it could be any fancy vacation ship, yeah?
Phaedra: I'd be surprised if they pinpointed us that well. Not that they haven't surprised us before.
Phaedra laughs cheerfully, as behind her, the archer, bathed in red light, glares at her with pink eyes. Her bowstring is taut, and a black-feathered bone arrow is ready to fire.
Phaedra: But... goddess, can you imagine? My mom would murder me if I got a dent in her shiny party boat!
The arrow is fired with a TING.
