He walked over to the bundle and pulled back the fold of the cloth covering it. He barely stifled a gasp as he stared down at the creature. Red, blue, pink, yellow, black, white… He stopped paying attention to what the colors were but understood where Rain's name originated from. Solid swirls of every color filled the infant's eyes. There was no pupil that he could see and no whites. Just a mass of swirling colors. Shelly had insisted that it was a she, but he recalled Areth's pronouncement earlier that it was a hermaphrodite.
Its tiny fist pressed against its little mouth. It made small, sucking noises. It looked so fragile, lying there.
It also looked innocent.
