It is true that Morwen was born as a hybrid and was, therefore, something completely new as was her newborn infant daughter she named Azura Red for her scales were as deep a cherry red as her father's is.
But, as she grew older, she did so without knowing why her mother relied on her own dragon magics until it was far too late to save her mother. But, she also knew that she was the rarest of all dragon mages and demons.
She twitched as she mounted Despair behind Death and he nickered and stamped his hoof in protest. Death patted his steed's neck and calmed him before urging him to go on.
But as time wore on, she eased her arms around his waist and settled down with her satchel around her torso. She could feel the wind whistling through the trees.
She felt Despair stop when Death helped her off. She asked, "Is everything alright Death?" The horseman nodded as they went to where Karn was standing. He asked,"Is she safe to be traveling with Horseman?"Azura snorted but didn't say anything.
She shifted as she spread her wings out. But her nose twitched when she sensed rather unholy magics coming from inside the temple. And the magics weren't like Death's necromancy whatsoever.
She knew that there were worse magics in the world from her mother. And as such, she stayed silent for the moment, hoping that Death felt them also. And he did.
They worked through the temple together while gathering the items Muria needed for the item that she's going to make for Death to got them and gave them to the shaman who made the pauldron for him.