Most are the orphaned bastards of sea-faring adventurers and love struck Elven maids. Often abandoned at birth by their heartbroken mums, overcome in a squall of shame and the blinding spontaneity of youth, many do not survive. There are those however unto whom Tunare shines her resplendent smile and by Her grace are lifted from the impending maw of finality to be delivered unto the loving embrace of Her disciples. Fostered unto the most capable of Her adherents, they are raised in Her loving light. In Her light they grow and in their hearts her light glows.
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