Aadya
For a long while, Aadya and I argued about what particular shade of dark best described her skin. I lost. This says a great deal about Aadya – she knows herself, and she knows how to win an argument. Even if said argument is against a formidable opponent such as myself.
She has a lovely technique with flower messages where she expects you to know obscure floral symbolism. Usually the messages are upbeat and uplifting and upyours. Though probably they are not so much the third one. There’s a lovely book on this subject in the library, if you can manage to find it.
Aadya can be quite stubborn, which is why she and I argue so much. It is difficult for someone who is always right to discuss important matters with someone who is always stubborn. Fortunately, her stubbornness makes her a remarkable queen, mother, wife, and friend.
Aadya and I have a love-hate relationship – it started out as hatred and slowly oozed toward love – and then I died.