...Vinnia, that was what your mother Christian had decided to name you as. Your father who you'd learn was once human... as you had apparently been... had wanted your name to have some reminder of your previous life. So Christian just took your name and decided to use it or feminize you if you turned out to be a girl. What was striking to many were the color of your eyes. They seemed to be a kaleidoscope of swirling colors which was an obvious sign of extreme magical aptitude... Most of the time... Yours seemed to be comprised of an undetermined number of colors numbering in at minimum 50. Usually you'd get like 2 or 3 colors at most, but in a case like this... It was rare and elves with so many colors in their eyes tended to be chaotic, some maybe not even being able to control their powers. The fact that you weren't a storm of random spells was a relief to many. Clacia had a theory that it was all those herbs you had been scarfing down to try to maintain your memories... Since she had seen you trying to do so in private.
After what felt like awhile you were brought home with Christian and set to rest in your crib, a day or so later your now full brother Stezian looked in your crib. The crib was lower to the ground letting your maybe toddler... or just really little kid brother look at you. "You've got pretty eyes." he said as you looked at each other. You were feeling tired as your brother said "...I guess I'm your big brother now. I'll try to do what I can!" before you drifted off into sleep.
Other similar memories of babyhood include when Calcia was looking after you and Stezian. Stezian was watching some kids TV content from the human world intrigued by it while Calcia was feeding you formula from the bottle... She caught you staring at her chest for a bit and chuckled as she said "No, no little one. These aren't ready for that yet. You're already latched onto the bottle though." meanwhile some part of you was annoyed at how big her chest was already... did elves naturally have large breasts?
Your brain developed more and more, and then your first word happened when your father was around and it was "Dad?" not daddy like they hoped, but your ability for language was developing. The question the rest of them started happening was how much of You had been retained?