Xeldan and Aerana exchanged glances. It had been Aerana's idea to summon Hawkwood's representative of the Hyspire to their house, but Xeldan was not about to turn the blame on his wife by saying that. Aerana twirled a strand of her dark brown hair between her fingers nervously. Despite Xeldan's protests, she had insisted on this. Her son had all three of the marks described in the prophecy. His blue-green eyes had been common enough, a mix of his mother's blue and his father's green. The roughly sword-shaped birthmark on his shoulder had been somewhat less common. But these together with the transparent, slightly rainbow-hued scales on his chest had made his identity unmistakable.
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