Under circumstances that Illia could only describe as fate, she had come to know a man named Luke. Following him without question, they came upon a place called Evantide Tower. From what she had been told, it was a trading post. But without the soldiers that stuck to the area, it would have looked more like a pit stop for weary travelers to come and rest. It even had a sizable building that acted as an Inn of sorts. This was the first place where she had any real human contact. Sure Luke was human, but in her eyes, he was more then just human. He had rescued her, after all. The people here were strangers with no importance to her. There was no reason for her to know them, nor they her.
The two of them had arrived the previous night. Luke seemed exhausted from the journey. He was quick to rent a room for the night, and crashed almost as soon as the door was unlocked. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep. And that night, Illia only watched him. She watched him from the window sill where she bathed in the moons glow, and under Leths gaze. That never lasted long though; her thoughts always returning to the moon and her god. He called to her from the celestial realm. Or at least she thought it was him calling. The mind was a difficult thing, always playing tricks and confusing things. But when the moon disappears in the suns light, things would return to normal and she would sleep.
After a few days of traveling, Illia soon found that she needed sleep. And while she didn't need it at night, her body gave into exhaustion whenever the moon disappeared for another day. It made traveling difficult. When the moon rose, she would stay awake all night, and then fall into a deep sleep just as it disappeared. Just as Luke was waking, Illia was sleeping, and she would sleep for four to six hours. When this started happening, she would often wake to find herself on horse back in Luke's arms. How he managed to get her up on the horse was beyond her, but it seemed he found a way to keep moving.
It was the day after their arrival at the trading post, and Illia had been awake for little more then an hour. What time it was, she couldn't tell, but the sun was shinning brightly through the window onto the floor. She stood nude in her Konti form, waiting for the drowsiness of sleep to pass. And while she waited, her mind raced with thoughts of the past few days. When Luke woke the morning after rescuing Illia, and he saw her revert back to her Konti form, a flood of emotions swept over him. Confusion, amazement, fear, and uncertainty to list a few. In this form she appeared a tad shorter, and more child like. Followed by a good length of hair dropping and disappearing before hitting the ground. It was now shoulder length instead of falling down mid-back. For some time after that, it seemed Luke couldn't bring himself to talk to her. Perhaps sorting the recent event out in his own mind. But as the silence carried on through the day, Illia began to have what she could only describe as an uneasy feeling. And when she exhausted all ideas, she decided she would try speaking with him. Maybe she could be the one to break the silence.
In the end it turned out that her plan worked, and she was able to get him to talk again. Once they were speaking, she started enjoying their journey. He filled her mind with stories, and she spoke very little, but it was nice. But with every passing day she was opening up to Luke and revealing more of herself. Something kept nagging at her though. It was how her personality changed slightly depending on if it was day or night. At night she took little interest in her new friend Luke, finding him little more then a means to an end. Somebody to guard her in their travels. While during the day, him and his stories seemed to be the only thing she wanted to think about. She depended on him, and he kept her safe. Could this change in perspective be the result of transforming into her mortal form?
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a knock at the door. Automatically she assumed it was Luke, and so hurried over to the door to open it for him. Unaware or unconcerned with her blatant nudity. Her curves were less developed in this form, and to some, she might have been described as plain. But when she opened the door she was oblivious to the look of shock that Luke's features might have shown. She greeted him with a slight smile and reached out to take his hand in hers and tugged at it to try and get him to step inside. He was standing in the doorway unmoving, she figured he was waiting for her to invite him into the room. She greeted him, saying "Luke. Your back," her conversational skills still needed a lot of improvement. In the hall behind him, a few other residence walked by. And one of them couldn't stop himself from staring into the room and trying to get a better view of Illia.