The Ard Rhighan wrote long ago: .......My child, my dark, tiny girl! Her skin so soft, her smell so sweet, I wanted to eat her. Her grey eyes, innocent as a fawn's were mine;her even-lengthed fingers and toes were mine. I bore her half-hoping she wouldst be deformed or feeble. I didst hate her father so! If she missed so much as a fingernail, I would hath drowned her. I ne'er expected the world to thrill and shake and reform itself at her first cry! I ne'er expected to carry her home to the groves as the Goddess' finest gift to me and my finest gift to Her world. Proud after pain,delighted after bewilderment, I brought her home from Wayrath and treasured her,and named her Aurora.......the beautiful dawn after the grim night's battle........


The Rhighan Infanta's first sight of the worlds was nae of her Mother's native forests, but rather,the Princess Aurora twas bairn in the lands beyond the Eastern Worldsend Gate of Folcuth...high in the Old Tower of Wayrath in the Eastern Lands in the Master of the White Robes' quarters. There was little fan fare at the time of her birth as war was raging within the Stormreaver hearths as to whom should assume the Regency or shouldst the StormQueen herself rule in lone power as the StormKing had abdicated the Throne of Storms and abandoned his hearth, home and people. The Kingdom of Arctuurus was in great upheaval and the Sidhe Siveni Queene found herself hunted by many a faction aboard the Ship of the Dead. 'Twas nae safe to travel abroad in the Eastern lands and she lacked the strength to pass through the shees to return to Erestai and her Sacred Groves. And so, after one final duel aboard the Ship of the Damned and having sustained aggregious injuries, she made her way to the Old Tower of Wayrath.....bloodied and bruised and the hour of Confinement came far too early.

Twas the perfect birthing den! Sheltered, defensible, and nearly invisible from arcane magicks. There at the entrance of the chambers tis a pebble picture mosaic embedded in the floor. A graceful girl carries a basket among many tall, foreign flowers. Her back tis turned to us. Her hair dark---like the Master of the White Robes' herself: Reina----- flows down her dark green gown. Her feet art bare. Thoughtfully she touches the flowers as she wouldst touch a friend. The Princess Aurora twas bairn on this picture. She learned to walk on it, and named her colours from it.

.....Sisters Mine, Reina and Eden Grey-Eyes.....we laughed with Aurora at the Sacred Fire, when every gesture,every gurgle fed laughter. We conversed brilliantly with her ere she could talk. One bright morning,crawling across the mosaic, Aurora rose up and stood on soft feet. We gasped and we crowed. Mine heart rose and bloomed, a fall flower. And again we laughed.





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