Big Salmon Lake hateraid

Hydra felt him beside her, but was so engrossed that she nearly did not notice. Nearly. His furs brushed against her own and her eyes went from fish to foot of Rian. No one was granted this proximity to her but for her mirror images; he stood within a sacred space that few were permitted to linger in for any length of time unless they bore the surname Ostrega. She licked her lips, shy once again. 

His question caused her to peer upward at him before lifting her head. Her mind deceived her, and she sucked in a breath. How do we know? She asked with a shudder, the thought too deep for her young mind. She was confounded. When she dreamed Hydra was not aware of it; it was another world, another life she lived, until she became a part of this one. And both worlds felt real to Hydra—reality was not something she had ever thought to question.