Nyeldvyr paced outside the midwife's hut as the cries of his loving Adora reached volumes louder than that of an angry Brakscovg. It was their third child, but their most difficult pregnancy. The child had come earlier than they had originally planned. 'Two weeks'. Nyeldvyr and Adora had thought they had two weeks till the child was to arrive.
Another cry was heard, different this time, like that of a rogue banshee. It was the child. The midwife rushed out, clutching a bundle the size of a dragon egg. "It's a girl.", she smiled. He had a daughter. His jubilance was short-lived when he saw the newborn open her eyes. "What in the realms?!", Nyeldvyr exclaimed. The child seemed to have eyes like that of a demon in his mind, where her right eye seemed to be the colour of iced violets and the left, the gem-like luster of a perfectly cut emerald. The pupils on the other hand, they were the narrow slit of an angry jungle cat.
The midwife stared aghast at the newborn, trembling at the omen of such a thing. "Dæmon", came the terrified whisper. Dæmons were known to have two-tone eyes reflecting their home in the depths of the Naethyr realm. Although, the malevolence found in their eyes could not be found in this child's. Rather, an aura of calming benevolence could be found in her eyes.
As Nyeldvyr looked into these otherworldly eyes, he felt a wave of calm and joy awash his addled mind. As the wave reached deep into his soul he whispered a name.
"Lömhár"
