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post 700 4 her PERFECT STRANGER.

No kissing and telling. Clever. What a shame, she lamented, though the ever-flirty Hydra said cheekily: I suppose that might work out for me, though, Hydra was quick to remain coy and retained her ladylike demeanor by adding: I do like a man of mystery, lest he think gaining a kiss from her was an easy feat. Let him wonder, too; he could know of her apparent interest, as it seemed, to the vain Hydra, a mutual thing. And anyway, she could see for herself just how fitting a title it was. 

She nodded at his next question. She knew the woods well enough to assist, and saw the snowfall for herself to understand the truth of his words. It'd do neither of them any good to waste their time. So Hydra drifted a pace ahead, steering him with her shoulder in the direction they ought to go. Not too far ahead of us, that way, she gestured. You'll see them soon, they were about a hundred feet away now—but for them, that was nothing.