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Silence and darkness are the first things that the Qunari seen upon birth.
Other sensations come as the Tamassaran grasp the tender flesh of a newborn to part the newborn from it’s mother. Callused hands, a feeling of cold, frigid air along with the rough rag that is used to clean and surround the child in the only embrace that much of the children of Qunari ever receive.
The light does not come until much later. For some it comes not at all. The copper Tamassaran checked the child for it’s gender promptly as he had done so many times before. For his entire life was devoting to raising the future of the Qun. A male, he discovered. The reddish skin, and scarlet eyes glared at him for a few brief moments and blinked. They flicked away for a few moments before closing and dosing off.
He will be scatterbrained, it seems. Teaching would not be difficult, and the Tamassaran was curious of was the boy would become, excited even, as he became every so often with receiving males. Perhaps he might become a Beressad. The Tamassaran smiled faintly before placing the newborn boy on a table not too far from the where the mother of the child had been resting a few moments before.
The mother was no where to be seen, perhaps taken away for the next Tamassaran to claim their newborn.
It was upon this moment when he realized that he had lingered with the newborn much longer than usual. Preparing to leave, the Tamassaran adjusted his robes before turning towards the child. He saw the ash of the rag the child was wrapped in, and knew in a moment of horror and despair that the child would never become a Beressad. The Tamassaran shouted “Saarebas”.
The light never came for this Qunari newborn.