Vanna unlocks the door and hangs the keys on a hat rack by the door. Art displays of butterflies and a fish in a hula skirt decorate the walls. She switches on the radio.
Radio: A Fata Morgana raid was reported in the area of Grand Physalia at approximately 1:30 AM.
Pavel heads upstairs and the radio, a triangular white box sitting on the counter surrounded by succulents and jars of odds and ends, barks out its report.
Radio: Those at sea within ten leagues of the island are advised to seek shelter at the nearest safe harbor.
Vanna mixes up a cup of hot chocolate in a mug with the turtle shaped logo of the Shieldfort printed on its side. She pours the hot water from a puffer fish shaped kettle and adds a dose of white liquid from a small vial before she piles in a healthy serving of marshmallows.
Radio: Their fog seems to have cleared for now, but stay tuned to our station for new emergency alerts. We’ll let you know if any--
On her way up the stairs, Vanna turns the radio off and pokes her head over the edge of the second landing, holding the mug up proudly. Pavel is cuddled into a hammock below a window with a grassy bed of vegetation growing on the sill. He’s barely visible around a collection of multicolored stuffed animals- a red plesiosaur, a dolphin, a moray eel, and a sea turtle. His white hair only just peeks out from beneath the blanket and large octopus plush that is settled on top of him.
Vanna: I MADE COCOA! Full of fluffy marshmallows!... And medicine.
Pavel: Thanks, Mom…
Cabana Morena is fully lit and at maximum cozy as Vanna steps closer to her son and his protective army of plushies. The bottom floor has a spacious living area with an open porch, potted plants hanging from hooks in the ceiling. The kitchen counter looks out over a tall arched window and more plants flourish on top of the fridge, which is cluttered with papers and a calendar. The upper floor is populated by Pavel’s hammock and paddle board, as well as a colorful bookshelf and string lights draped down from the ceiling. Pavel’s artwork and decorative masks hang proudly on any available inch of wall.
Vanna: Poor little guy. What a crazy holiday. That was your first Fata Morgana attack, wasn’t it? Mine too. Even the seaghosts know when something out there is… UNNATURAL.
