Gwen and Meredith broke away from their embrace. As they looked at each other and then smiled, her mother tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear, Meredith feeling quite shy as she never experienced this from her mother.
"You really do look so much like me," she commented, her daughter letting out a light chuckle.
"Of course… not as strong as you though," she replied, her mother shaking her head to disagree.
"You have woken me up from a deep slumber," she said first, her smile never leaving her face. "Then that means something… somehow, you learned how to use your magic."
As she noticed that they were not alone, she looked at the two men, Atlas and Marcus, standing behind her. As their eyes met, the men smiled at Meredith's mother as a greeting, Gwen looking at her daughter to ask about them.
"And they are?"
