Age. She doesn't age. Will she have to stay young forever?
Blink. Her prowlgrin pup was her best friend, but he's gone.
Cooling rods. The tools of her trade. What she would give to be using them again…
Derelict. The launching pad they used all those years ago is falling to pieces, but she can't bring herself to destroy it.
Eerie. It's too quiet up here at night, with nothing but the steady flow of water and the rush of the wind to keep her company.
Friends. Goom and Woodfish left years ago. She is completely and utterly friendless, and he's the only thing to keep her company.
Golderayce. She knows he watches her and spies on her thoughts. He's obsessed and it scares her.
Home. She wants to go home. But she doesn't know where home is.
I want. But it was never what she wanted, always what someone else wanted.
Jailbird. Trapped little bird, singing her lonely song.
Kind. She had always been told how kind she was. Genuinely kind.
Loess. Her dear mother. Probably long gone now. She misses her.
Memories. Too many of them, that's the problem.
Now. She always focuses on now. She's not one for the future and the past is too painful…
Open. She was never open enough with people, except him.
Pebbles. They dot the shores of the lake. She quite enjoys throwing them and watching them skim across the surface of the water.
Quiet. She was always so quiet. Too quiet? She's not sure about that.
Riverrise. Her joy at being in this idyllic wavers after a decade. Now it's her prison.
Soon. He has to come soon, doesn't he?
Twig. She loves him still. She hopes he still loves her too.
Utopia. She's trapped in a utopia, and she hates it. Every second of it.
Violence. She can see too much of it up here. Too many battles, too much death…
Waiting. For so long she's waited.
Xavier. Another word for saviour, and she misses hers.
Y- Yes. She said yes to waiting, when she should have said no and gone with him.
Z- Zealous. She was eager, happy, excited for the first few years. Not anymore.