Of Cold Harboring

Verasha narrowed her eyes at the Promised Prince. "The prophecy? Ah, it is one of many, a thousand predictions are made every day, and a thousand can be ever so wrong."

Ariael smiled softly and raised their hand. "This is no mere prediction. Verichiel herself, my mother, traveled across all of creation to find such a tale, even in this land. Surely now you understand."

The faerie thought back, pulling forth the memories of the world around her until finally, she came across a memory of that strange, tall, and blonde woman wandering through the forests of Galfania. 

They even managed to speak to spirits of the higher order, who were much deeper than herself. If someone like her had such access, then this child perhaps would have been speaking correctly.

"I see, I understand now. Pray tell what this prophecy is?"

"On a certain day

To an uncertain parent

A child shall be born

Of both man and woman