There passes much time when one is buoyed in the realm of rest and sleep. So it was with the child goddess as she healed her gathered wounds. In time she became restored, warmed by the still glowing energy she held so tightly to her.

As Aiia woke, she saw about her a near endless world of close cloying substance. The liquid flowed about her, a new and exciting feeling. Though darkness prevailed in this place, Aiia could see as clearly as if it was the brightest day. Never had she felt so enclosed, so protected. The substance around her was as a mothers embrace. Aiia felt the nurturing nature of the strange waters and reveled in it.
Unknown to the young goddess, the water she walked through was flesh, and the posessor of that flesh after a time began to notice the small creature entrapped within. Curious of the nature of this new little mind, it prepared to speak to Aiia.
"Where wander you, little bug." the voice came to Aiia as the rush of a thousand waves.

"I greet you!" She called out to the darkness. Much to her astonishment, two great spots of azure glowed before her as eyes.

"You greet me? For what purpose?"

"For the purpose that you shan't do away with me, powerful as you are!"

The great glowing orbs dimmed and brightened in an eternal watery heartbeat.

"What is it you wish of me?"

"Great creature of closeness and warmth, I ask only your permission to live and work within you. The Void winds are cold and sharp, your body protects me!"

"What is your work, little goddess?"

Aiia took breath in and expelled it fearfully.

"I wish to make new souls, great creature. If I may ask of you...please tell me your name, so that I may know you."

The spots glowed and dimmed.

"I am Sylrien."

"Then Sylrien, I entreat of you, allow my endeavor to go forth. I have traveled unspeakable terrain to come here...and I fear without a place in your flesh to hold, I shall wander until my own spark of life has dimmed to naught, and my purpose forever forgot."

The creature that was Sylrien thought then, and to Aiia it felt as if half an age had passed, though in truth it was only tens of years. Then...the answer came forth.

"I shall allow you to do this. You may create what you will, as you now have home and hearth to do so."

And so was made the pact of Aiia and Sylrien.