Cayn was a gorgeous creature, definitely at odds here within the Night Parade.  His skin was a shiny ebony, almost seeming to absorb the very light itself.  Tall, standing near seven feet, his hair was as dark as his hair and fell down near to his waist.  The black-feathered wings upon his back were folded tighly to his frame.  He looked down at her, taking a note of her belly, and would cock his head to the side.  The man radiated sensuality and power.  And unlike some that she'd seen, if not for the odd skin and wings, he could probably pass for human.<br/><br/>"You must be Liz," Cayn spoke in a deep, rolling voice.  "I am Cayn.  Lord Xyveris wishes that I tutor you.  However, before we do that, we may wish to contact him.  You appear to be mere moments from beginning the birthing issue.  Your tutoring can wait."  Cayn held a number of books beneath his arm, bound grimoires of the simplest magics he could think to bring for a new spellhurler.  "Do you wish me to summon him?"