A month later, Mariah fed the spring water to her children. Alaric shall be there anytime soon to take them home. Within the month, their soft scales weren’t so soft anymore, and their colors had become more pronounced. Both her children had white hair like Alaric, and even if it was too soon to tell, she could already see that their son was a spitting image of Alaric, and she could tell just by holding him that he would be a lot stronger than his father. She could see traces of herself in her daughter, but it was already clear to her that she would make men fall at her feet with her beauty. With her white hair and blue eyes, she looked like an angelic being. If Mariah were honest, she was actually scared of how beautiful she would be when she grew up.
Soon, she heard the flapping of wing
