When her finger pointed at the circular opening in the tree, I saw a woman walking towards us with a saunter I was all too used to. The facial features were far too familiar that as I started to compare the perfect image in my head and the person in front of me, the only differences were the lack of turquoise scales, instead fully pale peach skin. Familiar black hair, but now intertwined with silver vines coiling through her hair. Her pale silver eyes that made me groan verbally. 