Seren knocked on the door and gently opened it, only to see a woman with long golden-brown hair sitting on the bed, her back facing the door where Seren was standing. She seemed to be cultivating her powers, as she didn't react to Seren's presence.
Seren quietly stood there, staring at the view of those long, beautiful locks that shone like delicate silk, realizing they resembled her own hair—a striking proof that this woman was indeed her mother.
'Does my hair look as beautiful to others as hers does?' Seren wondered, captivated by the sight. 'No wonder, Dray loves to play my hair as well. So beautiful they must look just like my mother's.'
She couldn't help but feel the urge to touch it. Her feet moved of their own accord as she walked closer, her hand reaching out to touch those silky strands.
But before she could, a hooded white robe appeared out of thin air, covering Sierra's back and hair entirely.
