Roughly a century earlier...
"So there's nothing?" the first figure asked, her expression displaying her obvious dismay. "Nothing at all?"
"I wouldn't characterize it as nothing," the second drow replied. "He is clearly possessed of all the normal magics associated with noble heritage."
"I KNOW that, I gave birth to him. Would you expect anything less? I meant beyond that, you're absolutely sure there's nothing?
"Nothing beyond what is expected of any normal child of regal birth."
"Fine. Get out of my sight."
The male turned swiftly on his heel, anxious to be away from the disappointed matron.
"Wait," she called, stopped his hasty retreat. "Test him again."
"But we have already–"
"–Do as you are told, male! I said test him again! And if anything comes up I want to be informed immediately."
"As you wish, matron mother," the male responded meekly, maintaining a low bow as he backed away from her, eyes fixated on the stone floor.
As soon as the male had cleared the portal he turned and doubled his pace, once again attempting to put as much distance between himself and the temperamental matriarch as possible. This whole situation was just bad. What did she expect? Patron Tluthonim had given her three daughters and now that she has one son she expects some sort of miracle mage?
As the length of his stride decreased in correspondence to the amount of ground the male had put between him in the matron, his mind was likewise able to slow down. It was then that he realized that he had been looking at this from the wrong angle. This was a delicious opportunity. He resolved that if the test came up normal, he would have Istintra deliver the bad news. That upstart was beginning to become a thorn in his side, and now by the whim of a hopeful matron mother he had been given a chance to eliminate a potential rival. Maybe he wouldn't even bother performing the tests, and just send Istintra to whatever fate awaited him.
A second consideration for what Nathxyra might do if she found out he had chose not to perform the test again made him reconsider. As much as he would have likely to send the young upstart into the stoked ire of House Zaurret's leader as quickly as possible, Micartrin had not become House Wizard by gambling on the wrong set of circumstances. Best to cover all his bases and let Nathxyra do the heavy lifting for him.
Back in the dark recesses of her meeting place with Micartrin, Matron Mother Nathxyra struck out at a nearby wall with her viper-headed whip.
"Damn it! By the luck of the surface dwellers it had to be Tluthonim's child!" she cursed under breath. "You failed me Elaugryn, you and your vaunted dragon virility!" She struck out again at the nearby wall, taking several chunks from an unfortunately placed engraving. Nathxyra took several deep breaths to calm down. As soon as her breathing returning to normal she called upon her clerical powers to restore the damaged stone. No sense in lamenting over a cast die. Maybe the boy would show some promise as a fighter so her first male child would not be complete waste.