"I hope you cleared being here with my father. He has a tough time with Non-Elven people being here." The girl stood, dusting off her white short sleeved dress, swishing it around her knees as she giggled. She held out her hand, Her smile a lopsided smirk.<br/><br/>"Don't know those names your spouting off, but im Fisraee." A cry sounded from the other side of the room, and Fisraee turned to the sound. She walked to the cradle, not waiting for the man to shake her hand. Her eyes went wide, and she squealed with delight.<br/><br/>"Oh my gosh!! What a cute little baby!"