087 luca.niya

///C
Luca:
Is... that... No, it couldn't be. ...
Niya:
Oh, the nomad boy. What can I do for you?
Luca:
Are you... Niya? The dancer, Niya?
Niya:
Yes? Are you so mesmerized by me, you can barely contain yourself?
Luca:
But that's impossible.
Niya:
Why?
Luca:
Because... the last time I saw you, I was six years old. And you look the same as you did seventeen years ago!

///B
Luca:
AAAIIIEEEE!!
Niya:
That's enough! Stop running away from me!
Luca:
What sort of demonic creature are you!? Stay back! Gods protect me! Gods, protect me!
Niya:
Listen, fool! I am NOT the same Niya you are thinking of!
Luca:
But how is that so? You look the same...
Niya:
The Niya you're thinking of must have been my mother.
Luca:
Your... mother?
Niya:
Strong family resemblance, huh? But isn't it obvious?
Luca:
Well...
Niya:
My mother was a dancer and traveled to Kotan before. Niya isn't our real names, it is just made up. I took the name after she retired. So stop thinking I'm a demon or some possessed old woman!
Luca:
... Now I just feel stupid.
Niya:
You are!

///A
Luca:
Man, it really is something though. You look so much like your mom. And you move exactly like her and everything...
Niya:
Yeah, I get that a lot.
Luca:
The beautiful Niya... When I was a kid, I feel in love with your mom, you know?
Niya:
Ah heh... Is that so?
Luca:
I had never seen dancing like that before... or ever again. Well, until you. It is astonishing.
Niya:
Well, my... our dances are special. One of a kind. Glad to know you remembered them after so long.
Luca:
It's a real treat to see them again after all this time. Say... you aren't single are you?
Niya:
Ha... I'm afraid to answer that.
Luca:
I knew it wouldn't have been so easy... well, keep up the good work, Niya! With your powers, I'm sure we can win this war!
*he vanishes*
Niya:
Have I really been alive that long...? Seventeen years, and I haven't aged a day. I suppose I should be more careful...