A face appeared in the simple little she-Drelve’s mind. Kindly and beautiful, the matronly female had smooth, lovely white skin and deep blue eyes. Soft blonde hair fell gently down the length of her back. She was as tall as a Droll, which made her twice Tiffanne’s height. She wore a long flowing robe made of cottony fabric that exposed smooth hands with well-groomed nails.
The kindly mature woman spoke barely above a whisper and said, “Your child arrives soon. He’s special, and you should give him the name Xenn. Rest well.”
Blueness surrounded the lovely matron and she faded from Tiffanne’s dream. When she awakened, the expectant mom discovered a tiny well-made green robe lying by her on the mossy ground. The robe was emblazoned with the name Xenn written in old Drelvish and three symbols.
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