Ignis watched as a small light emerged from within Eva. The elf was busy preparing various things and probably didn't even notice, but Ignis could not help but hold his breath in awe. A newly born spirit's light was usually dim at birth. Ignis had seen many spirits born of this world, but this one's light was warm and glowed brightly.
The light's brilliance drew a long-lost memory from the great spirit, a memory of its mother. He wondered briefly what she would have thought of him when he was born. The memories of her were growing faint with every passing century.
He used his scaled hands to gently lift the newborn, making sure to not hurt her. It would be his duty to shield this young one until she was strong enough to take her place amongst the spirits. It was strange that the almost never seen light spirits had been born of one who was of flesh. No, the mortal had gained enough power to be half of a spirit.
