Kaldreiia was never reared by a mother or carried on the back of a father. In events preceding the creation of Sylfe, Kaldreiia was once but a lowly white butterfly. Perhaps by chance or fate, she stumbled upon a sleeping Triethe who was roused from his slumber at her gentle touch. Within moments a kindly old man arrived and talked to Triethe and offered him a gift. Spotting the butterfly, the old man cupped it in his hands and muttered words in a language beyond mortal comprehension. In a flash of light, the small butterfly was turned into a white whelp.
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