Hraz'Elarion: Grey

Author: HS Wift

I have been HS Wift for the longest time now, through some of the darkest hours I have known, and it warms my heart to know that the light that led me through lives on still.

May it never die.

"A stinkin' Drow!" Moira growled in a tone steeped with racial resentment, "Ye brought a black elf into this place of sanctuary!"

"Calm yourself, Moira" Selura urged, "You can not hold this child responsible for the deeds of his kin. Besides, I think that is only half of the tale, the boy's skin is too light to be a full Drow."

"I hardly 'spected ye to speak in defence of a Drow..."

Headmother Chatana let the two ladies argue, as she turned over the situation in her mind. Glancing down to the pile of blankets Selura still cradled, she saw not some creature of malice, but rather, the beaming face of an innocent child. "The child," she began, putting a stop to the argument, "needs a name."

"Ye can't me-"

"I can mean it, and I do. No child is born evil."

"Then how 'bout Hraz," Moira suggested, "That sounds sorta Drow-ish."

"Let's not emphasize that," Selura responded, "Elarion is a nice Elvish name."

Chatana looked down to the grey-skinned child, seeing both the light and the dark. "Both will suffice."