She was my protegee, my star, my favoured child. During her time with us, she was so inventive, she nearly put even me to shame. She could have been the Queen of Arashmaharr - I would happily have stepped down in her favour, had she wished it.
But she threw it all away. And now she is dead, falling in the defence of the humans she once loved to punish. I blame that boy, that hero. He got her killed. And if I had the power to make my wishes real, he would pay the blood price for my Anyanka.