"Put these on."
Hyran tossed them cloaks.
Serena caught hers. It unfolded to roughly the size of a tent.
She held it up, looked at Hyran, and decided that asking questions would only make this worse.
She put it on.
Next to her, Elara looked like a child wearing her father's coat.
They followed Hyran into the chamber.
Serena bit back a grin. The absurdity of the secrecy was hard to miss. Cloaks or no cloaks, it made little difference. She already knew everyone present. If not by face, then by energy.
All high bloods in Drakenfell.
Elara being bonded to a dragon meant she would become a member.
Serena as well, but even without that, she somehow already had a mark. A mark no one had explained.
The room was pitched dark, save for one fire in a basin.
Then the members began the oath in unison, faces still hidden beneath their hoods.
It was long.
Halfway through, the language shifted into Draken-Vorah.
