The Romanian branch of the Teferi bloodline was long established before Afina even appeared. They were never weathly, not in monetary values at least, yet they lived comfortably in an otherwise poor country. When the time came for Afina's birth, her father was away, wandering as was his way. An elderly lady served as the midwife but she was unable to save the mother from the bloodloss incurred. She named the babe and took her home, raising her as well as she could.

Afina was four when her bunica died, from age and cold. Like the thousands of others she turned to the streets...and was lost in the sea of orphans. There she learnt to survive, hiding from the gangs, scrounging for food. Yet even among the children she was an outsider, seperated by her strange ways which developed as time went by. They would often see her crouched, babbling quietly to herself in the sewers that was their home. They were wary of the way she seemed to know things she should not. They gave her a wide berth, believing her to be touched, mad.

Her father had returned during this time, to an empty house...except for the squatters who had moved in to shelter from the cold. He searched for his wife, not knowing she had been with child when he left. He wandered through the town asking all he met...until his search led him to the midwife's house. There, the neighbours told him of the child she had raised, of the slightly pale skin so like his own and of the date the child was born. Within him hope sparked and he set out to find the child that might be his; to try and salvage a piece of his love.

It seemed an almost impossible task, yet he found her. In her thirteenth year as she picked her way through the streets he saw her. To him, there was no questioning her identity, so like her mother in form and movement, though her hair was tangled and face dirty. He took her away from that place....and she somehow knew he was no danger. Her Tatã taught her English, raised her from then in the Western world, where she would never want for food or clothing again. She cared for little, however. What need had she of material things, when without them she had met her Incredera?