Moonspear campaign mode

Ayla is the name that she offers the Ansbjørn, and he cannot help but wonder if it is ever bothersome to always being thought to be one of your sisters. Drogon remembers enough to know that he looks like his mother but is far too masculine to be mistaken as the nightingale queen. She bobs her head as Drogon moves to her side so that the pair are in relative step. Drogon slows his pace to keep it as even with her’s as he can, giving a grim nod when she says that she was refreshing scent markers in lieu of actual patrolling. He takes a moment to assess her out of the corner of his eye, still unable to tell any difference between her and Hydra and he wonders if his crush on Hydra would bleed to her sisters. It seemed logical, after all, especially since he was always getting them confused. Or, more-so, was in the habit of confusing Lyra and Ayla with Hydra as he had done here. “Well,” Drogon amended with a beguiling smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. “maybe not almost. A sneak attack had been the plan, at least.” He corrected himself with a chuckle that rumbles in his chest. “I owe her for a sneak attack she got me with once.” Drogon offers to Ayla in explanation though she has not asked for it. Some time has passed since that day but revenge was best served cold …or better thought out, at least; and this hiccup gives him more time to plan it better because it would be embarrassing if Hydra caught him before he could follow through with his ‘sneak attack’ as Ayla had ( because the former was his mentor after all ).