[i]"Liar!"[/i]

The accusation merits correction; a conversation to enlighten ignorance when female response comes immediately out of thin air.

"Oh, but she tells the [b][i]truth[/i][/b], woman!"

A perfect similitude, nude and all, appears five feet before them with hands hid abaft; swaying side to side while canting their grinning, gleeful face to the right. Lavender perfumes swirl upon the frigid, howling breeze betwixt them as the figure adds, "A tormented dame with none to clothe or shelter them from the coldness..."

They take a trio of crunching steps forward, gesturing sympathy with their jumping brow and shaking head.

"...can she not [i][b]help[/b][/i] but [i][b]weep[/b]?[/i]"

Another three steps bring them half a foot away, close enough to taste the garlic-scented words as they roll their head left and down to look up at the woman from an angle; the smile fades.

"...are you not [i][b]sisters[/b][/i] in sorrow...?"

They [i][b]SHRIEK[/b][/i] and jerk forward with reaching arms.

Meanwhile the heavens join the weeping maiden, speckling the land with tears and peppering the flames whom hiss in protest of their part in the ongoing crying chorus.