Moonspear that's the way it ought to be

The lad was pleased with the outcome and it was all as expected. The scare had been intentional, something practiced down to the point of gradual perfection. It was then that there was little doubt this was another of Hydra's siblings, even if she hadn't mentioned that she had younger siblings. There were her sisters, that much he knew. But they way he carried himself, that outward jovial bounce, the stealth... he was definitely another dark haired Ostrega, another piece to a puzzle Dirge had no final picture of.

"They say practice makes perfect," he rejoined and followed up with, "and you can call me Dirge. What's your name?" The directness, that inquisitiveness did not bother him; when it came to children he preferred it in all honesty... though this one was more or less close to being grown if he had to guess. The lankiness remained, but he was not small enough any more to be nipping at ankles and knees for attention.