A Pseudo-Dragon Mystery? - Livewrite

Alador stood staring down at Latiera.  The baby looked so normal at first glance.  Her hair was coming in and so far it appeared to be silver.  Not like an elder or a mage overtaxed would have, it was silver with that true metal sheen.  Her eyes staring back of him were very aware.  Intelligence glimmered in the deep blue eyes.

“How do you keep getting out?” he whispered down at the baby.

For a week, Nemara had put Latiera to bed in her crib.  In the morning, they would wake up with the baby ne...