(Lore Creator POV)
I've had my eye on Isla for a while now.
Well, one of my eyes. I have many. I see all.
Strange. I wonder what I looked like to those I reached out to. I've always thought of myself as vaguely humanoid. But humans don't have so very many eyes, eyes that can see the whole world all at once, do they? They can't stand in the middle of the forest and still see through the depths of the sea. But I can.
I can see all that, but I can't see myself. What do I look like to them?
Isla looks ordinary. Small, and for a magical girl, she seems weak. But she has a defiance that she's slowly becoming aware of. Her recent forest discovery seems to be leading her along a train of thought that could lead her to understand the nature of this universe, and I wonder if I should let her?
Would it interest her? If I led her to believe it wouldn't help her save the fairies, it might put her off the trail. As with all magical girls, she is driven only by her goals.
I can see her now, recovering from her latest expedition. It cost her a great deal of energy. She's out of breath. Her skin is dirty from the forest, her hair filled with tangles and twigs. She may not even have the strength to comb it out. She's very determined. If she had free will, I'd call it bravery; she's been quite resourceful, following a lead that distant for so long with her own unimpressive stamina.
I'm hesitant to meddle directly with this world, but perhaps it's time to reach out to Isla? Now, how would I reach her?
I think I'll make her work for it. If I can figure out how to call out to her, but make her use her skill, cleverness, and resourcefulness to find me, perhaps I can guide her toward a set of wiser choices. She's beginning to take a lot of risks.
I will devise a way of contacting her in her home. She's skilled at enchantment; perhaps she will sense when a presence is close to her, trying to speak.
If not, I'll have to devise another way.
