Moonlitdawn

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Cee. The Overseers called her that, those that spoke directly with their clicks. The silent stream name, was more of an image, referring to a stick with a single white flower. She was slated for breeding pens, to weak for the mines. Upon the day she was deemed mature,a shimmering, rift appeared. Their leader braved the depths, only to return and tell of wonders, clean waters and bright foliage. Many eagerly took up that chance of new life, instead of remaining in the old. Fearfully she watched wings disappearing into the glowing mist. Quickly she moved off, looking for a safe place, too scared to leave.
Darting, dashing, she came across a young, but dead Aelotoi, who apparently gone through a horrific labor. Blood splattered, ripped and seeming exploded flesh laid strewn about her body.. Amid it all, a mewling, deformed baby. It had only one wing, twisted and ragged. Limbs were half formed and it's features where not in the right places. Yet it was crying feebly. Instincts made her pick up the child, holding it close. That is when something fiercely rose up inside of her depths. Protectiveness.
Into the portal she went. Strange sights and terrifying fighters, began firing arrows at the Kiramon that started to follow! She went left, as everyone went right. Flashing weapons and powerful magics, brought about a stream of mental screams from her Keepers! Panicking, she ran faster, quickly getting lost among the incredible green foliage and outcropping rocks.
For days Cee took care of the child as best she could. Crushing strange fruits, she later found out to be strawberries, drinking clear, cold waters and grinding nuts into a paste. So lush this new land!  But in the end, the babe died in her arms. A heart-wrenching sob, wailed, echoing as she rocked at the loss. Weeping, her wings curled around the deformed infant. The weight of everything crashed into her thoughts, lost, alone, tumbling together in a haze of sorrow.
Elven hearing being sharp, even for an ancient cleric of Lorminstra, drew Ra'larcarr from his meditation. It was a soul breaking. When laying eyes upon the winged creature, he realized it must be one of the strangers, having heard upon the amulets. Curious, fascinated, he smiled for the first time in near a century.
Soft words soothed. Ra'larcarr's touch gentle. It was beyond his skills to bring life back into the abomination. Comforting, reassuring, they began to develop an understanding. A loving and tender ceremony, wrapped the child's body in blue silk, only to him buried under an oak tree's roots.
Ra'lar spoke privately with the Queen, deciding  to adopt the female, teaching her the ways of the lands. She was apt, quick of study. Her hair, when it swayed across her wings, made him once comment,..
"It is like Moonlight, right before the Dawn." 
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