He was only five months old when it happened. Aurelia cradled him, whispering lullabies.
And then he looked her in the eye and said:
"Mother."
Lucien dropped the goblet he was holding.
The child's voice was clear, deep not that of a baby. He repeated: "Mother."
Aurelia held him tighter, trying not to tremble.
"What are you?" she whispered.
Elian smiled.