Faas Ni, Dii Kiir.

Her

 Crying. That's all I hear as I walk these normally silent hills. I tilt my head towards the noise and I seek it out. What came from my curiosity was a young female child, a human child no less. She was curled tightly about herself at the base of a mighty tree, her sobbing soft and gracious upn the air as if to not disturb the tranquility of the night with her sorrows. I had made certain to make sure no one was nearby so as to attack us unawares before laying my head in front of her. She seemed to have sensed my presence as she lifted her head to see who had come so near unto her. Dare I admit that executing stealth as an Elder Dovah was no easy task nor was I so inclined as to use subtlety.

Her expression was blank but her eyes were red and puffy with the tears upon her cheeks, trickles of sparkling moonlight reflecting in their wake. Upon closer observation, I saw she possessed the most beautiful blue-green eyes that seemed to swirl in a constant flux of color with large gray pupils in the center. Her shoulder-length locks of hair possessed a similar hue as to her eyes as she gently brushed some stray locks from her face before speaking. "I know you're there... stop staring and kill me already...", her voice shook and was laced with spite and sorrow, something that touched my heart with sadness. "Faas Ni, Kiir. Fear not, child. I do not wish to cause thee harm."

This seemed to lighten her mood as she slowly stood upon her trembling feet, grabbing a bag and a stick from the ground beside her. It was at this time when I realized this child had no sight. Could this explain why she refrained from fleeing when she saw me? Certainly, that must be the cause because she soon approached, nary a hint of fear in her step nor her voice. "You're so kind, mister. May I have your name? What was that language?" She tilted her head and I studied the curious expression on her face as she awaited my answer.

I moved back a little and spoke  "Tinvaak Dovahzul...it is Dovahzul little one and I am called Paarthurnax. And whom, dear child, might you be?" She processed my words for a while before speaking again, "I am Pheha Vaneque. That was beautiful but wasn't that what language the Dov speak in? How would you know it?"

I thought for a moment before answering, "I have studied and observed their kind for many years now young one." Then, on a completely different topic, I asked her why she had been crying. She hesitated before explaining she was thrown out of her village. When I had questioned why she simply stated that she was a freak. I then decided against any further questioning as her gentle eyes had begun to water once more at my prying words. "Dreh Ni Luv...no no, do not cry little on. Come, come, you may stay with me dear child...these Reyth, these trees, do not bode pleasant fortunes upon those who wander beneath them after dark."

And that is how I, a Dov, came into the parentage of the one  I call my Hatchling.

My child.