Birth

My birth was traumatic. Matriarch Perhonen nearly died in childbirth despite the presence of two clerics. I had grown so large that I split her belly open. When my mother recovered enough to hold me, she cried out in horror and dropped me to the floor. She demanded that I be sacrificed to Lolth immediately. I nearly was.
 
Even though the clerics assured her I was not a curse visited upon her, my mother was convinced that my hybrid anatomy was nothing but shameful and vile imperfection that made me unworthy of any of the boons of my ancestry. My mother and aunts debated my sacrifice and were leaning towards it. Unusually, it was my father with a purely logical argument that spared my life. At the moment I had no sisters and therefore I was the only eligible "daughter" of the Perhonen dynasty. Despite his status, my father convinced my family to wait.
 
By the time my younger sister Anya was born three years later, my mother's rage had abated.