Moonspear line of sight

*fwd date$ to present day*

Well, she thought, it wasn't inexplicable. And while she had not sought them out, they were on this mountain now—though there was hope for the young girl (a thought she conjured due to Alya's preference), the boy... well, time would tell what he would learn. His mother was under the impression that due to his youth letting him attack others and challenge adults was acceptable. Maybe to some it might be, and maybe to some it could be cute, but Hydra was not some. Hydra also knew that her family were not that way either, except perhaps Korei. Hydra had no qualms in doing it, and would have the other day—though she felt the responsible thing to do would be to offer a warning first. Though being responsible in such a way was not her strongest of qualities, for once it sounded off. Though had she gripped a bit tighter, restricted his ability to breathe... well, she would have felt guiltless. Hydra liked Olive, though—she might not be the best or the smartest mother, but she could be of use to Lyra, and  this she wanted for her sister. Dakarai she liked even more for his desire to become mercenary. If their dimwitted kids did not exist, all would be well. 

That was not the way things went, however. 

An ear flit backward as she heard the sound of another, and Hydra looked behind her to see the pale figure of Charon approaching her. She paused, head tall and tail waving in greeting, and for a beat thought of adopting the guise of Alya. But her mind could not grip that desire. So she remained silent, ears perked.