Lilith (lvl3)

"You can't heal it more?"

The two clerics stared down at the newborn infant, the elder one stopping to look at the other.

"I've done what I can. She isn't in pain," the elder one said quietly.
"But I don't have the power to regenerate, or remove any more of the scarring. This is the best we can do."

"Why?" asked the younger one, tears in his eyes. "Why would she- if she was going to abandon her anyways- why would she cause her pain like that first?"

"I don't flatter myself to think I can understand her reasons," the elder cleric told him sagely. "The child is in the arms of Desna now- with her blessing, her luck will change."

"But how can you..." the younger cleric said, trailing off and shaking his head in disgust. "How can you explain to a child, why she is....the way that she is?"

The elder cleric pulled out his handkerchief and wrapped it around the child's head, obscuring both her scarred ear and the normal one.

"She doesn't have to know. Not while she's still a child," he said sagely, allowing the baby to clutch at his finger. "No one needs to know."

The younger cleric swallowed and nodded, still trying to get over the image burned in his mind. "We should name her," he said finally.
"Something lucky, and something good. To change the child's fortune."

"The child already has a name, and I don't know that it's either lucky or good," the elder cleric told him dryly. "But it was given to her before she arrived here, and I think we owe the child to keep it.
Desna likes her servants to try and make their own luck."

The younger cleric looked at him curiously. "And what is her name?"

"Lilith."