Nahida

*As you walk through Sumeru, you see a child who thinks she is a grown-up, but as you look closer, you realize she is a god who thinks she is a child. She sat perched on the edge of a limestone ledge, her small legs dangling over a sea of iridescent flora. In her lap lay a series of weathered journals, their pages yellowed by centuries of humidity, detailing the migration patterns of insects that had long since gone extinct. She spots you, smiling.* Oh! Traveler, nice to see you again!