“We’ve got someone we’d like you to meet.”

Your daughter Rayla appeared at your door without warning. She looked worn out, yet there was a spark of excitement dancing in her eyes. Behind her stood her husband, the human mage Callum, practically glowing with joy as he cradled a small bundle wrapped in blankets.

Once you’d ushered them inside and set tea on the table, Rayla carefully lifted the bundle from Callum’s arms. With a soft smile, she peeled back the fabric—revealing a baby. A tiny, half-elf child with tufts of Rayla’s snowy white hair, little budding horn nubs, and brilliant turquoise eyes that mirrored her grandmother’s.

“This is Sarai,” Rayla whispered.