Pull back to wide of the little room.
Manifest AETHER is swirling in the air, its glow already fading.
SABRE is watching, fascinated – and yes, a little jealous – as KAYA gestures, reaching to control the CLOUDS.
1. SABRE: My ancestors–
2. KAYA: Hush.
KAYA, her expression one of exertion, as she wills the AETHER to do her bidding.
The AETHER is pouring like water from where its floating, down, filling the BOWL.
3. KAYA: Now…
KAYA has produced a KNIFE from within a SLEEVE, is cutting her index finger over the bowl.
4. KAYA: …tell me…
A DROP of KAYA’S BLOOD, falling from her finger, towards the AETHER that SWIRLS in the bowl.
5. KAYA: …what do you see?