"Yes, Sun had a dream that there were Dead heading our way. We don't have a good time line as to when they'll show up but we need you and your sisters on alert for the next seventy-two hours. Each of you will have a twenty-four hour shift. We need sharp eyes from above at all times," Ravenia shifted her eyes, something catching her attention. "Ramera, call all available Blessed Ones and Warriors to the gates. I want the archers posted high! The Dead are coming." With her orders, Ramera turned away, raised her wings high and lifted high into the sky, with each flap she grew higher and higher, and soon she was able to see all of Paradise. It wasn't very often she got to use her ability for nothing more than practice, but she'd driven the signals into her head enough times that she was able to perform them with ease.
Seemingly seconds later, Paradise began to appear as just the size of a quarter. Ramera decided that this was most likely optimal height. She brought her hands close together and began churning her fingers, specks of light began emanating from her palms, the dust like substances began to twirl and spin in between both of her hands, the amount and brilliance quickly growing, and in just a matter of seconds the dust had already formed into a baseball sized orb. But, it wasn't large enough; she continued its growth, forcing it to expand in size until it was as wide as her shoulders. At that point, she dropped the orb, its brilliant glow being more than enough to catch one's eye. She assumed that the blessed ones and warriors knew the signaling she'd established with Ravenia. She didn't carry a flare gun and this was her only way of communicating to those within the city. She gave a hard downward flap of her right wing, causing the orb to spin and dance in its downward descent, specks of light creating a dazzling trail following behind it. Assuming the current breeze would remain at least semi constant, the orb would land almost directly in front of the gate. Now to signal the archers, she thought to herself before something caught her eye in the distance. The horde was remarkable, something truly enormous. To think that such slow creatures were able to group up into such large masses. Up so high she was unable to make them out individually, but it definitely consisted of the dead.
She trailed after her orb in its descent, making a mental note to consult with her sisters about their newest watch schedule. Actually, she wondered why she hadn't seen her sister's while she was so high, signaling from above. "Well, guess that means I get the first watch," she said out loud, she was sure she'd see them soon enough. She returned her gaze to the horde, debating the possibility one of them went in alone. No, Anora wouldn't have done something so reckless without a good reason. Clo... maybe, but there would have to be at least some sort of reason behind it she wiped her forehead with her palm at the thought, bringing it back surprisingly wet. The accompanied use of both her light, and her wings was beginning to take its toll on her.
Now that she was much closer to the city she was able to see some of the people already beginning to show at the gate. Word must have already spread, regardless of Ramera's signal. Good, then at least she was sure they understood. At this point, she began to generate two smaller orbs in either of her palms, feeling the dust shift between her fingers, and then she threw them both diagonally underneath her feet, their paths criss-crossing, both leaving trails of light in their wake, gently shimmering downwards before disappearing. Her signal for the archers was complete. There, now her duties were complete. She flew close to the wall, noting that her sisters weren't anywhere to be found. Something was amiss. She was sure she would have attained her sister's attention with her first signal, and yet she hadn't seen either of them at all.
