~She steps forth, fromthe shadows that veil her, armor dark as the night itself. She brushes her white hair from her lovely face, careful of her clawed gauntlets.~
"A child...here?"
~She leans down, lifting the babe from its place with Baala, who stirs, looking at the woman, yet never moving.~
"Hmm...I see... a reincarnation. How foolish these mortals truly are!"
~The woman holds the child in her hands, smiling a cold smile at it.~
"You shall be Tomahna, my son. Tomahna Riva, son of Arahna "Alessandra" Riva."
~The woman holds the child close, remembering the warmth of her now dead child. She miles, a smile not cold, but warm and loving.~
"Come, Tomahna, let us be off. Tarking Par-iRap will not want to wait forever."