Scales, Just Like Mine

Drayce got hold of the emotional turmoil and saw the worry in the eyes of his wife. He put his hand on hers which was holding his arm tightly. "Let's sit down first."

At the gesture of Evanthe, chairs made of ice sprung up from the snow in the middle of the ice cave. Seren and Drayce side by side, while the other two sat opposite to them. 

Seren nervously glanced at Drayce. He sensed this and patted her hand. "Relax. We are merely going to talk, and you can always speak out if you wish to."

Seren nodded and then looked at the two women. When she glanced in the direction of the mysterious woman, she noticed that the hand peeking out of her long sleeves had scales on them. 

'Scales, just like mine? Is she…?'

"Ladies, I do not wish for small talk. Please give us an explanation on what exactly is going on. What would happen to Seren once she comes of age?" she heard Drayce asked, sounding somewhat…polite?