Moonspear to that special place

Hydra ascended the mountain in a bout of exercise, panting heavily despite the cool fall breeze that lent itself to her. Idly and without fully recognizing it, she followed the scent of Wraen—and utterly unaware that the girl wept, Hydra burst onto the scene in a lively manner. 

She saw the burning sun sink lower and lower, and with a grin she said: it never gets old. Moonspear has some of the best views, and it was clear Hydra was as proud as her father was of this mountain, which she considered to be the best. Let's go to my favorite one, she encouraged with a grin—she did not look to Wraen to see the tear being shed, but instead only considered her own excitement and the excitement Wraen would no doubt feel when looking at the stars from this particular summit she had in mind.