Seraphina's POV
"You smell like him." The voice sounded through the dry desert, it sounded through the place like a blade.
I turned back immediately, my heart was beating very fast, it was already evening, and I had not even heard anyone say my name at all.
She stood just at the back of the fire burning, it was a shadow of a woman, she was tall, her hair was filled with wind and dust. Her eyes were very sharp.
"I… what?" I stammered, already moving back.
"You smell like your father," she said again, walking forward.
Her voice was very low, it was rough like she had not even spoken in years. There was a long scar that comes from her jaw to her collarbone, disappearing into faded leather robes. But it was her eyes that made my knees weak.
Because they were mine, they were exactly mine. I knew before she said another word.
"…Mother?"
Her mouth moved at the edge, not quite a smile and not quite anything more.
