"Persia, Arshâma (my human name for Persia) sir, I gathered the herbs." 

Persia looks up from tuning his sitar and smiles. "Well, little one! I am proud. With your wide range of herbal knowledge, we shall have quite the feast tonight!" 

I smile and blush at the ground, making sure to be modest. I should not give in to pride. He pats my head, making me blush harder and stumble. "M-Mr. Arshâma-you have forgotten-my hair is very sensitive-" 

He chuckles and turns the meat on the spit. "Oh, (1) Changying! I did forget! I am sorry!"

 I blush at the use of my human name and adjust the flowers in my hair that Mother Russia insisted on. They all say I'm a girl. Am I? I must be a girl. But that doesn't explain the reason why I look different from the other girls. Am I a different kind of girl?

I awkwardly clear my throat and say, "It is-( and his voice drops a few octaves!!!) not any trouble, aru." 

His eyes widen. "Your voice-your voice dropped!" 

I gasp and clutch my mouth, my eyes tearing up in fear. "What does this mean?! Why do I sound like a man, aru?!"

Persia hugs me. "My dear, it is because...you are a boy. You are a little boy, my dear. It also means you are growing up." 

My lip wobbles a little. "Does this mean I am getting big and grown up now? Am I becoming a big nation?" 

He kisses my porcelain cheeks. "Oh, my dear, you will be so strong someday. A mighty big nation. More powerful than the others. You will last for a long time. You have the tenacity already."

I blush and help myself to dinner.

THANK YOU TO @FemPrussia12