She holds out to you a tiny child, looking like she was just born, besides that her eyes are open and alert. A stunning green that you recognize in her mother's, mixed with another green that you don't recognize. "She has both mine and my husband's eyes,"Poldara explains, "And she gets her hair from her father too."
She twirls a finger around a piece of Alana's black, curly, silk-fine hair. Her skin is a pure white, just like her mother's, she explains softly again, "She's going to be a great beauty when she grows up." Turning around she kisses her daughters forehead, then sets Alana back down in her crib.