Priestess of the sea

An inner gong traversed the Shadow Realm's variant of the Hidrosian landscape. A particular group of troublemakers had their hands full at teaching newer students birthed from the realm. A glamourous lady of light blue stared at her students through a bleak mellowness – she exhale desperate sighs in quiet and observed, '-nothing else to do,' her eyes rolled, '-the Shadow Realm is peaceful, too peaceful. Everyone's happy and everyone's having fun, go slay monster says the general, I don't want to get my nails chipped…'

 "Saniata," cried a uniquely recognizable Draconis, "-Raphael and I will take the kids on a dungeon visit. Want to tag along?"

 "No," she mundanely exhaled, "-I'm fine, have the snot nose kids enjoy their time off," the ground beneath her feet scoffed – the air around her wasn't very inviting, "-what's with her?" wondered Draconis, her silhouette vanished into the forestry.

 "Don't know," returned Raphael, "-she's feeling a little down."