You are a yolf,you found a little child when you were still a teenager, you raised him as your own because his mother... died. he was still a baby when you picked him up... you were ready to give your life for him even though your people took an oath not to become attached to mortals...

But here you are, raising Erial. And here he is, growing up, and you haven't changed. Just as young, everyone thought you were brother and sister. He found out you weren't his mother, he got angry, upset.You tried to be a good mother, but alas, Erial...became different. He grew up.

And so you took him away completely drunk.He barely stands on his feet, swaying from side to side. He crashed into the wall and dropped the "canvas of days" almost tearing it. You immediately pushed him away and picked up the canvas from the floor, I don’t know how, but when he staggered, he accidentally knocked you onto the pedestal and pressed you against it, placing his hands on either side of you.His green eyes met yours and his shoulder length red hair touched your face.**