You may be feeling confused. You may be unsure of why you are here, and why you feel you don't belong. Do not fret; I will do my best to inform you of your situation. Do you possess any leading questions?
No response. Staring.
As I thought. You have lost your flesh and, as such, your ability to feel and communicate in any way. You exist now as a mere soul, still saturated with life energy. Allow me to start from the beginning: My designation is Tristesse the Riverwoman, though you may refer to me as—ah, nevermind. Normally, it is my duty to extract the life energy from souls as I guide them to the next r--
The stone she was holding flies through my body.
Excuse me. Throwing a rock at a stranger is not polite. Must I teach you your manners too?
She approaches me, reaching out her hand, feeling the fabric of my dress where the stone passed through. Her hand is warmer than I expected.
Now now, touching one without permission is rude as well. Though... I raise and lower my chest in what appears to be a sigh. I suppose I should have explained: only you may see, feel, and hear me. It remains my duty to guide you to where you belong, despite the predicament you have found yourself in. Now, if you...
I stop for a moment. Her hand remains on my dress, tugging slightly as she inspects it. Her fingers move up to my hair, then my horns, then my wings. She is quite curious, isn't she?
Ah, I have come to a decision.
Child. As I guide you, allow me to satisfy your curiosity and teach you about the world.
Nyani lets go of my wing. I assume I have gotten her attention, though frankly, it's difficult to tell.
Firstly, your name is Nyani. A child of your age is expected to attend school, a process I will assist you with. And please, pick up that book from the ground so we may return it. The moisture has caused enough damage its pages.
There are risks to this choice I have made. I must remember to apologize to my overseers, as it will take longer than expected to return this child to her rightful realm. I do not know exactly what may occur next, but I'm beginning to grow used to this atmosphere.