Amia's advent was celebrated by the world. She opened the doors and stepped into the afternoon air, filled with the hope she could return what blessings she had been permitted. After all, had it not been for the people's worship, she would have never felt the warmth of the sun's rays or heard the lyrical songs of the birds. Amia loved and adored the people of Neotellus as a mother loves her children. For them, as well, her elegant form given life was nothing short of the feminine ideal.