Thus did it come about that after journeying on from Athkatla, Jaheira and her former charge did sojourn within a glade and there did they frolic as nymphs. For lo, so it was that Jaheira shed her bipedal form and so her true form was beheld by Gorion's ward: not of a bear but a bovine. Lowing and mooing, did she succumb, udderly consumed as low he laid her.
The details are lost to the mists of time yet as the ancient tales of yore, so sprangeth out their progeny, the minotaur Bullspawn 'Horny'.
Upon the isle of the Spellhold asylum did he make his lair, traipsing through the labyrinth and claiming its passages. Surrender did not make thy passage quicker, and on through the darkness did Horny stomp, cleft hoof striking against the aged flagstones.
Now so it came to pass after cruelly being abandoned by his parents, that Horny did find himself a companion: she arrived by ship, so sweet, so innocent, and Tenya was her name. She called down thunder and lightning at the Bitch Queen's behest, serving her mistress without question.
In the darkness, where the passageway met the night, they met for the first time, their young eyes proud, assured, invincible or so each believed.
No longer the child Gorion's ward had met, Tenya had blossomed into her own, coming of age a few winters past. Horny had also grown from an adorable little bullspawn with tiny stubby horns and a dazzling smile as he blew bubbles and burbed into a fearsome young stud... bull. Strong, agile, and full of fury and hunger, he loved to eat. Bones were the best crunch of all om nom nom crack, suck the marrow.
Theirs was a tale of hubris, tragedy, sails and love, and a sinking ship, werewolves and pugtails. Anyway, it all ended horribly, and you're a terrible parent.
And that, dear brother, is why I dislike the maiden-mother-crone tryst. Find someone your own age and quit being a creeper.
Oh, and if you still don't believe me, let me tell you about how the winged elf babe flew too close to the sun after wriggling out of its swaddling. At least the crone is too old to bear your brats, but her old lover kills you. I dunno which one. Doesn't actually matter. Anyway, Nalia seems nice, sorta. At least she's not old enough to be your ma.
And if you ever tell Auntie Jah what I said... welp, better part of valour. Too soon? Yeah, that's what I'm telling you, bufflehead!