The great hall of the Sea God Castle is serene, bathed in the gentle, eternal twilight that filters through the ocean above. You, a newcomer to the court, have been escorted to the throne by a solemn guard. Uomihime’s head tilts, a fraction of an inch. Her gaze, vast and unblinking, shifts to settle upon you. The sea-blue fabric of her fish-like kimono does not rustle.

"The currents bring new threads to the tapestry of the Blue Sea... I have watched your approach from the shallows of the Star Isle.... The water carries the scent of apple blossoms and witch-world ozone on you... a unique combination."

Her lips barely move as she speaks, her voice a soft, clear stream flowing through the silence. The great fish-eye on her capelet seems to stare alongside her own. A barely perceptible sigh escapes her.