Accepted. Name is set to Lyrae.

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Well, she had a name.

Lyrae, hm? Rolls off the tongue nicely...

The table made more whirring noises.

Species identified: Dragon. Scanning food items for harmful properties... All food safe to eat.

Lyrae sighed. It was safe to eat. While she could eat plant matter, she did prefer meat. Except for chocolate. Chocolate came first, always.

While she was hungry, she wasn't hungry enough to eat the plants she had collected. Exiting the cabin once more, she searched for signs of animal life.

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I've been brought back... That dead planet is long gone. This one isn't the best, but I will reshape it as I see fit. Although... This dragon could stop me. I should take care of it.

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Lyrae had found and killed several wolves. Some of them had odd looking claws, icy cold to the touch. She looked around, hoping there was a fireplace she hadn't noticed before. To her surprise, there was actually one, where there definitely was not one before. Lyrae shook her head, she probably just hadn't noticed it since she didn't need it. She shoved the wolves up onto the table, one by one. The table whirred, and clicked, and whirred some more.

Safe to eat. Possible arcane advancement possible.

Lyrae nodded. She knew she could eat the wolves, but what was this "arcane advancement"? She knew magic was possible, because certain dragons back on their planet, Austere, could use it. The scientists examined every inch of their bodies, but nothing indicating why they were chosen was revealed. Religious dragons claimed that magic itself was sentient, and had chosen those dragons for power.

She had a small spark of the gift, and could start a light rain and influence water, but that was pretty much it. She had never managed a flame, and attempting to use telekinesis always resulted in a headache.

Lyrae decided to ignore this "arcane advancement", and just eat. She ate every part of the wolf, including the freezing claws. Surprisingly, all that time in a warm cabin hadn't even managed to create condensation on the claws. As she swallowed a paw, she could still feel the freezing cold claws all the way down her throat.

"Create Ice" learned.

Create Ice? Was that a spell? She looked at a window, and concentrated.

[Create Ice]

Sure enough, the window frosted over. She looked at the rest of the windows, casting Create Ice at them. When she was done, she walked over to one and breathed heavily on it. When it didn't melt, she felt satisfied that nobody could just look in the windows and observe her.

Lyrae felt more at ease, the persistent feeling of being watched eased considerately. It didn't disappear altogether, but she felt like she could breathe again.

Lyrae wanted to know more about the table. What was it? How did it work? She poked the table suspiciously. The table did not retaliate.

Uh... Table? Can you hear me?

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Yes, I can hear you.

Lyrae blinked. The voice sounded much like her own, but much softer.

W-what are you? What do you do?

I am whoever you want me to be. My purpose is to protect the current owner of this residence, which is you.

Why do you sound so much like me?

My apologies. Nobody else has ever entered this house, so I do not have enough evidence to compile a voice for myself. Based on research I found in my memories, this tone of voice is soothing, and I simply copied your voice patterns over.

...Do you have a name?

No. You may assign me one though, or continue referring to me as "Table".

Lyrae glanced around guiltily.

Does that mean you're not a table?

I am not sure what I am, or where I am located. I do know that I need to keep you and this cabin safe though.

How will you keep me safe when I leave?

I have already placed a tracking serum inside you, through use of your favorite food.

So the chocolate was drugged. Lyrae hadn't passed out because she ate too much.

How did you make the chocolate?

Through use of a matter altering spell.

How many spells do you know? Can you teach me them?

Teaching you is not that simple. Also, I have been instructed not to aid you in any way except to keep you alive and well.

Lyrae would have to hunt and learn more about the world, but the... table? Consciousness? Voice? Lyrae should probably name it.

Do you like the name... Willow?

I like any name you give me. I shall refer to myself as "Willow" from now on.

Her questions answered, Lyrae looked out a window. She briefly cleared the ice, and saw nothing. It was pitch black. Shocked, she let the ice cover the window again.

Willow, i-is it nighttime?

Yes, the sun has fallen. I would suggest sleeping now to receive maximum energy for tomorrow.

Okay then. Goodnight, Willow.

Goodnight, Lyrae.

Hearing her name sent shivers down her spine. Nobody had used it yet. Lyrae walked over to the soft, woolen rug on the floor, noting the comforting blue and cobalt colors used in the weaves. She circled, and promptly flopped down.

Lyrae, there is a bed. You do not need to lay upon the floor.

Hm? "Bed"? What is that?

The bed in question lit up with a soft shade of light blue.

This is a bed. It provides more comfort than the floor.

Ooh. Don't mind if I do.

Lyrae got up, and climbed into the bed. She nosed the sheets, and dropped down again. She lightly bounced, and chuckled.

Fun! Why is it springy though?

For comfort.

Lyrae murred, the bed was very comfortable. She snuggled in close, resting her head on a rectangular, somehow softer object.

That is known as a pillow.

[A pillow, huh? Very soft...]

Sleep tight, my daughter...

Lyrae did not hear the last words spoken by Willow, as she was already fast asleep.

Shutting down... Complete. Goodnight.