The matron Evelynn ran toward Tiffanne and gleefully shouted, “Raise your voice, child! The Approximation! Andreas draws near! We must break for Alms Glen and make ready!”
Tiffanne appreciated the matron’s glee. However, a tinge in her lower tummy and the vigorous kicking of her unborn Drelvling kept her from celebrating. The group made the four-hour return trip to Alms Glen. Tiffanne’s labor pains intensified with the gray light. Her time drew near. Experienced Drelvish midwives rushed to Tiffanne’s red elm home. Rangers summoned her life-mate Ascher from his duty station at the meadow of lament, where the ancient Lone Oak once stood majestically. The Gray Sun steadily approached the land and concentrated dense grayness upon the tree where Tiffanne was confined. The Teacher Boyd returned from Meadowsweet just as the nymph arrived.
Boyd recalled conversations with the young couple Ascher and Tiffanne and their chosen names. The Teacher excitedly acknowledged the birth of their son, “Myrren arrives with the gray light! A Spellweaver! The first since the Great Protector Gaelyss! We are blessed!”
Ascher smiled.
Tiffanne corrected the Teacher, “Thank you, Teacher, but his name is Xenn.”
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