Tavi: Discovery 1

I remember all of mother's stories.  She filled me with many of them.
Fact.
Fiction.
Some tails of fact sounding so fantastical that it was hard to believe it wasn't fiction.

Take the story of my birth.  Born the night of both a blue moon and lunar eclipse.  My father was running himself ragged trying to make mother comfortable as a dragon midwife helped ease my entry.  My birth was blessed by a Great Shadow as his mistress changed the placenta covering my body to soft rose petals.

My mother always swore this to be true.  I've seen some of the people she's told me stories about.  Never together, but I have come across them.  I cannot imagine them having accomplished what she swears as fact.
You would think in looking at me that I would be prone to believing such fantastical things.  I'm somewhat of a fantastical thing myself.  The bright blue of my electronic eyes pierce out from underneath my brown hair no matter how I try to let it fall to cover them.  I try not to speak so as not to let my forked tongue slip out and shock my conversation partner.  Mother has tried covering my insecurity with illusion but it never holds for long on me.