My name is Lia, and it's my job to guide Nayalisia.
But It's so dreadfully boring in this endless void.
Nayalisia can't absorb Arcana, so this place will always be a pitch-black expanse.
Unless she's fighting someone, then it becomes colorful.
It's not a problem, though; I've been trapped in expanses of nothingness for millennia.
I owe Nayarali for breaking me out and Nayalisia for granting me light.
When Nayarali said she needed me for her daughter, I thought she was a fool. What could I possibly do for an Elven child?
I was mistaken.
Nayalisia is my everything. She is my reason for existing, and I will make sure she grows to become the shining light I know she can be.
To do that, I needed to treat her harshly; she must learn fast. The world will not wait for her.
When I first spoke to Nayalisia, I lied to her.
I had been awake since she left Aleria. I watched her cry herself to sleep the first few days, I watched her wander the Human lands, I watched her kill the Dwarven witch, and I watched her make the decision to interact with Humans.
I can't control myself well around her. Sometimes I am strict, sometimes I tease, sometimes I make jokes, and sometimes I am mean.
But I can't help it; I have to mix my teaching position with my normal behavior. I haven't had this much interaction with someone in so long.
I want to have fun with her, but I also want to teach her. I failed at both.
That isn't working anymore.
Nayalisia is getting tired of me; I can feel it.
I share all of her senses; I can feel what she feels, smell what she smells, see what she sees, and hear what she hears.
Back in Carla's tower, I noticed I could take control for that brief moment. I had to.
It was amazing. I felt the movement of muscle for the first time in so many years. I have to admit, though I knew it was impossible, I... was tempted.
Ridiculous.
I have not forgiven myself for those thoughts.
But enough about me.
I must do something for Nayalisia, lest she no longer interact with me.
It's been four days now since we began to speak to each other.
My approach is wrong.
I hurt her.
Last night, she saw something I didn't want her to see, but I needed to take advantage of it to teach her a lesson.
That was wrong, crude, hurtful, ignorant, stupid.
Why didn't I just wait until she sorted out her emotions?
It's too late, though.
Now, I must figure out how to not make her hate me even more.
I wouldn't be able to bear it.