" An oddity follows, a small circular ball of plasma drops from the ceiling of the Newara, for some reason Zara goes to catch it in her hands, “Whoa,” she juggles it, thinking it’s hot, but it’s cool to touch. The orb levitates up to face her.
“Hi Zara.”
“Rohza?”
“In the flesh.”
“Holy moley! You’re a real life will-o’-the-wisp.” Zara says, her face lit up from Rohza’s flickering light. "

― J.L. Haynes , Zara Hanson & The Mystery of the Painted Symbol