The years passed quickly. Rivin spent much of her time with Lunitari. The
goddess of neutral magic seemed to be the only one willing to be with the
child. Rivin's body did not grow, but her knowledge did. Lunitari taught
her much of the ways of magic, going so far as to teach her spells. Rivin,
of course, could not cast them yet. By the time eight years had passed,
Caramon and Tika had three sons: Tanin, who was eight, Sturm, who was
seven, and Palin, four. It was time for Rivin to leave the godly realms.
Paladine brought her at night, when all were asleep. He appeared
quietly in the Inn of the Last Home in Solace. He laid Rivin gently down on
the floor in a corner. With a sad smile at her, he disappeared. Rivin,
seeing she was alone in the dark whimpered before she started crying.
Caramon was up almost instantly. He had become used to the sound over the years. He got up and walked into the boy's room, expecting to see Palin crying. Instead he saw three young boys fast asleep. Listening closer, he found the crying was coming from the inn. Curious, Caramon made his way downstairs. Once down there he located the baby girl quickly. He lifted her from her corner on the ground and rocked her gently. Small, blue-gray eyes watched him intently before fluttering shut in sleep. Caramon stood staring at her a moment, then, shaking his head, looked up toward the stairs. He heard his wife call to him, heard small feet walking about their mother. Caramon sighed. They were all up now, and wouldn't go back to rest without an explanation. "Down here, Tika," Caramon called to his wife. Tika walked into the room, clutching a bathrobe around her sleep gown. Tanin, Sturm, and Palin walked behind her, yawning and rubbing their eyes, but interested nonetheless. "What's wrong, Caramon?" Tika asked him. He explained about finding the baby. Seeing the baby girl, Tika let out an exclamation and suckled her. When Rivin was content and asleep again, Caramon pulled out Palin's old cradle and set it up in their room. Sending their sons back to bed, the two parents went into their room to talk, laying Rivin in the cradle. "What will we do with her?" Tika asked. "Keep her. We've wanted a girl since a year after Palin was born. Paladine has answered our prayers." Caramon stopped talking, looking over at Rivin. She was awake again, and had managed to pull herself up by holding onto the rail of the cradle. She was staring at Caramon with a trace of a.smirk on her face. Her eyes were intelligent, and, for a moment, were Raistlin's. Caramon's breath caught in his throat. "By the gods," he breathed. "What is it?" Tika asked. "It's-" but Rivin had chosen that moment to shake her head and lay back down. "Nothing, my dear." Caramon watched her a moment more, then turned his attention to his wife. "We'll make sure no one is missing a baby girl, of course. But, if no one is, we'll keep her." "What will we call her?" Tika asked. "Rivin." Caramon frowned. It seemed to him that the name had been whispered into his ear moments ago. Shaking his head to clear it, he smiled at Tika. "We could call her Rivin. It has a nice ring to it - Rivin Majere." Tika smiled as well and nodded, agreeing. "Let's get to sleep. We'll find out about her in the morning." "Yes," Caramon agreed. "In the morning." he cast one last glance at Rivin, and, seeing her asleep in the cradle, settled down himself.
Caramon was up almost instantly. He had become used to the sound over the years. He got up and walked into the boy's room, expecting to see Palin crying. Instead he saw three young boys fast asleep. Listening closer, he found the crying was coming from the inn. Curious, Caramon made his way downstairs. Once down there he located the baby girl quickly. He lifted her from her corner on the ground and rocked her gently. Small, blue-gray eyes watched him intently before fluttering shut in sleep. Caramon stood staring at her a moment, then, shaking his head, looked up toward the stairs. He heard his wife call to him, heard small feet walking about their mother. Caramon sighed. They were all up now, and wouldn't go back to rest without an explanation. "Down here, Tika," Caramon called to his wife. Tika walked into the room, clutching a bathrobe around her sleep gown. Tanin, Sturm, and Palin walked behind her, yawning and rubbing their eyes, but interested nonetheless. "What's wrong, Caramon?" Tika asked him. He explained about finding the baby. Seeing the baby girl, Tika let out an exclamation and suckled her. When Rivin was content and asleep again, Caramon pulled out Palin's old cradle and set it up in their room. Sending their sons back to bed, the two parents went into their room to talk, laying Rivin in the cradle. "What will we do with her?" Tika asked. "Keep her. We've wanted a girl since a year after Palin was born. Paladine has answered our prayers." Caramon stopped talking, looking over at Rivin. She was awake again, and had managed to pull herself up by holding onto the rail of the cradle. She was staring at Caramon with a trace of a.smirk on her face. Her eyes were intelligent, and, for a moment, were Raistlin's. Caramon's breath caught in his throat. "By the gods," he breathed. "What is it?" Tika asked. "It's-" but Rivin had chosen that moment to shake her head and lay back down. "Nothing, my dear." Caramon watched her a moment more, then turned his attention to his wife. "We'll make sure no one is missing a baby girl, of course. But, if no one is, we'll keep her." "What will we call her?" Tika asked. "Rivin." Caramon frowned. It seemed to him that the name had been whispered into his ear moments ago. Shaking his head to clear it, he smiled at Tika. "We could call her Rivin. It has a nice ring to it - Rivin Majere." Tika smiled as well and nodded, agreeing. "Let's get to sleep. We'll find out about her in the morning." "Yes," Caramon agreed. "In the morning." he cast one last glance at Rivin, and, seeing her asleep in the cradle, settled down himself.