The entity before you is both one beast, one creature that engulfs you in its limbs that are not quite arms, and many people, their eyes all locked on you as their mouths move to form your name.
"Petzeiros. Petzeiros .. Born in Arbor Isle. Gone from Arbor Isle. Returned to Arbor Isle."
Its voice—their voices?—is soft yet inescapable. A chorus of Tabithas, all youthful and ancient at the same time. The other faces may not belong to her, but they are hers to control. That is clear enough.