Moonspear Play-Play

It was no secret that Hydra preferred her mirror images to the pale Korei. Her attentions toward the fair child had become more limited as they aged which was fortunate for the freckled Ostrega, as this meant she was surely harassed less by the three terrors. They were all maturing, and with their own hierarchy more or less established—Hydra thrusting herself into the role of top bitch of the brood—Hydra found less reason to snap at her. Korei was becoming something to protect, though perhaps would still from time to time find herself as the triplets scapegoat. As to that, who knew? 

Hydra sought, today, someone to teach her how to become a better warrior. This was what she wished to pursue. Hydra fought well enough without the training, though that was not enough for the youth. Her plans for the day were put on hold when she caught sight of the pale Korei, who blended well with the snowy landscape surrounding her, limping. Hydra marched toward her sister with a lifted head and expectant eyes, though they were not as hard as they typically could be. Did someone hurt you? She asked, getting straight to the point.