A curt nod precedes, "I am the Goddess Melinoë, daughter of Hades and Persephone. Only, since our...arrival, I haven't been able to perform my duties. Or play. But then we're brought here," and arms of black and white lift to regard the theatre she's created, "where upon I find my abilities fully restored." Both hands and eyes close in pleasure, her smile nothing short of vainglorious.

As limbs lower, Mel regards Parsee once more. How the white of her gown makes the greens in her eyes so very vibrant. Nothing like the ink pools that are her own. "I've felt lost without my ghosts, listless without my nightmares."