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He started to speak, and her ears simultaneously swiveled forward and cupped, clinging to the single word. Subconsciously she mirrored his actions, licking her own chops. He spoke again, and the way he spoke was so wonderful and unlike anything she'd heard that she wished he would have asked her a dozen more questions. Yes, that mountain back there... you've heard of it? it was behind him, now, and she, facing it, gestured lightly toward it as she spoke. It was a comfort to see it over the treetops; Moonspear loomed in the distance, but was further than it looked. Her eyes returned to him, somehow more curious than she had been to start with.  

Hydra was charmed by him. By the silly notion that they were in this awkward moment together. The two of them embraced it as well as they could, but Hydra was not so good at it. Still, Hydra was the sort of girl who would never run away from anything. At least one thing was certain about her, and it was that she was a fighter... she was determined to fight through her uncertainty, to figure things out and see things through. 

Rian was his name. Not Cypress. There was a strange sense of relief that flooded through her as he spoke his name, and she smiled without realizing it. As he stepped toward her, Hydra debated for a moment before doing the same. There was not that great of a distance between them, now, but she did this to show she wouldn't dart away this time if he wished to close the distance between them. Neverwinter rang no bells for her, as Alya hadn't told her where Cypress was from. 

At his confession, she grinned. Oh, the dragons. My sisters and I have defeated them all, so that any visitors need not fear for their safety, she informed him jokingly, her tail waving. The triplets were no ordinary princesses, and though they could act the part of damsel in distress in Alya's favorite game, Save the Princess, they were no damsels in distress. Least of all Hydra, who was often who the princess needed saving from. She looked to the mountain again, and asked, Is it... never winter, in your forest? The name was pretty, combined, but she wondered if it was named literally.