Too obvious. With the casting of a True Sight spell, every single Duppin seems to erupt in a powerful green light, threatening to burn at Hawk's retinas with each passing moment. Each one emits one single, massively powerful signature, evidence of the power within the place, even without the Relorians. His scanning reveals that the entire area is steeped in Relorian magic, an ancient spell cast relatively recently, and cast from where Hawk was hovering.
Planetside, Iroku looks up to the sky with an amused grin. "How long he take?." He says to himself, before looking back down at the little infant wrapped in soft furs in his arms. "Reality shift for you, little spirit-child. Bird-lady not hurt you, promise." His whispers snake through the wind, laden with soft, subtle magic as they wrap around the child. For the first time, the Shaman dealing with so much death, can enjoy the creation of a new life. He turns to present the child to her mother, lying bare atop a damp, sun-warmed stone. "What is little-one's name, Irrelai?"
The exhausted woman's eyes open slightly, and she smiles the warm, soft smile only a newly-made mother can pull off. "Ausserre." She whispers, her voice even quieter than his. Weak arms find strength as she reaches for the babe, pulling her close to her chest. "Our daughter, Iroku."