From the jaws of the beast, a wolfgirl emerges. Now, she's not Hyra. But there's certain similarities all the same, such as the fetching triangles and the way that they twitch. She's wearing a scarf wrapped about her hair and neck, and one end of it catches the breeze as she descends, looking not at Yue but at the sky. She doesn't seem to mind the rain much. No, she's grinning from ear to ear - she must love the rain.

She looks around as she makes her way down. She's not alone, either. Behind her, those terrible jaws are tentatively pouring forth more wolfgirls, and mousegirls, and a beautiful catgirl, and a sheepboy, and a snakegirl or two, and two familiar foxgirls all the way in the back, an entire menagerie of people tentatively following in the footsteps of this forerunner. She's coming down the fastest, though. And she's got armor on like a fish's scales, and a sword swinging by her side, and a fur coat with all sorts of bristles in the fur, and underneath her gauzy scarf she's got hair the color of really nice buttered corn.

She's crying, too. The tears are mingling with the rain and she's grinning, so maybe she's enjoying crying, or maybe something got into her eyes and stung but she's toughing it out. There, near the bottom, she turns around and looks, properly looks, at the vast behemoth which vomited her up and is still sucking up lakes, getting the last little dribbles of water down at the bottom where all the fish should be hiding. Maybe they're stealing fish to make suits of armor for spunky wolfgirls.

Yue has to clear her throat to get this mini-Hyra to snap out of it and pay attention. And those ears flick up and the woman looks Yue up and down in a flash with mismatched eyes: one like the dearly departed lakes, the other like the rolling hills in the midst of summer when all the grass is growing long.

"Hello!" The word bursts out of her explosively. She's shaking a little bit, the way that you might when your birthday suddenly has a surprise party on it after you thought everyone in the neighborhood straight-up forgot about it. "Is this - we're on Gaia, aren't we? This has to be it. It's [i]beautiful.[/i]" One might uncharitably note that she's not looking at the muddy sad pits where lakes used to be. She's looking at Yue, and the bystanders, and the hills, and the cottages, and the horizon. "We've come a very long way, and - I'm sorry, Bella told me I should have practiced this part more, hello, I'm Princess-Alpha Redana Claudius of the Silver Divers, and I'm here with a message from Hades. Can you... do you know who I need to speak to? Are you the Empress of Gaia? Or the most high priestess? Or..."

A slow blush steals over her cheeks, and she reflexively hides her face behind the scarf. "...well, I'm sure we'll figure out who the message is for," she says, failing to live up to her mother's legacy at the very last possible second.