Turia Ablaze

Rivers of blood flowed in Turian streets the night of her birth. The cries of the newborn girl child were overshadowed by those of the battle below. Flames framed the view of grand buildings as they seamstress Allerande brought life into the world. The small girl, child of a young Tuchuk, called out with a lusty scream as the healer lifted her to Allerande. A warrior, his dark leathers stained with blood, came through the door with great stealth. The sight of mother and child brought a smile to the scarred visage, his demenor changing as he approached. "Perfect night for a child to be born." said the warrior. "Perfect night for a battle." said the woman. The healer departed quickly, need for her talents pressing elsewhere. As blood flowed and fire burned the two named their newborn daughter. "She shall be called Melina."