Keganthilas Kanan looked upon the serene face of his deceased wife and wondered what would happen if he cried. The childbirth had been rough on his wife's fragile body and now the infant might not survive as well.

"Dalilsanthilas, my dear" his rough hand smoothed the fair hair from her face," how will our children grow up without a mother?"

After leaving her body to the servants for the preparation of her repose, he walked towards the room she had decorated for the infant. She had been perceptive to know it would have been a girl.

The elflord remembered her joy of finally being able to bear a little girl as the household had always revolved around the raising of his sons. There was no indication that she would take part on their upbringing as he took it upon himself to raise them. It was a military household and the young boys will have no need to be with their mother. They would learn early on the duties of an elven soldier, a Wildrunner of Qualinesti.

His brother, Solostaran, had always intended for the position to go to the middle brother. But after he died in the hands of a human, Keganthilas, waited until his rite of adulthood, to honor his deceased sibling by sitting on the High Council as the new leader of the Wilrunners.

It had been just a few years when he traveled to the nearby villages in Qualinesti when he laid eyes on the daughter of a humble farmer. Her name was Dalisanthilas and the young warrior had never again wished for anything in his life but to be near her.

The Speaker had opposed at the union from the beginning, but the young elfmaid was quiet and reserved and wished only for a house to call her own. His brother finally accepted the marriage and with his blessing they were wed.

Keganthilas became the father of a young child, which he called Surielas. Five years later Accalon was born. Both children would be raised in the old manner of a warrior household. One day it would be one of them to sit at the council and the other could take leadership as the Forest Scouts.

When his wife was with child again, she knew it in her heart that it would be a girl. He would not take the joy of raising this one from her. This child, he would enjoy seeing grow up. He would grieve as she reached adulthood and was married off to a suitor. She will not be raised for the purpose of his household. She would be free of the obligations her brothers had.

But it seemed as that might not happen any longer. Keganthilas, not knowing the right way to care for a sick infant, took it upon himself to guard his daughter's sleep. A healer came each day to see the struggling infant, which gasped for air at any moment's notice. The fourth day, an exhausted Keganthilas, dropped to his knees, something he had not done since the day the gods left Krynn, and prayed.

"Eli and Quen, make this child live as I know if my sons will not, I might lose them. I have convinced myself that both of them will one day fight and die in battle, but make this child live a long existence with her father. Do not take all my children from me as my wife is also gone from me." He collapsed in sleep, as he had not any.

Diernas, the maid, awoke her lord. "Sire, your child sleeps well, maybe you should sleep in your bed tonight." Keganthilas saw his child's peaceful face for the first time. He had not seen the fiery red hair with silver strands before, or how full it had been since her birth. She opened her eyes and her cries were not sickly or weak, but strong and demanding. It was almost as this child had been divinely blessed and given the strength of life. Keganthilas cradled the child and gave her to Dierna. "I will call her Telerintalas." She smiled, for in elven it meant, kissed by the gods.