But our son was beyond perfect. I stood transfixed as I gazed upon him. I had never seen an Ordosian with black scales. His shone like obsidian. Silver scales covered the rim of his hood while a smattering of them adorned his shoulders. By its size and thickness, his long tail marked him as a hunter and hinted that he would grow as massive, if not more, as my father. Sethe looked at his mother with silver eyes, the slit-shaped pupils a little wider than usual for an Ordosian. He smiled, his tiny fangs poking out.
