Moonspear written in the sand

Hydra opened one eye to observe her friendshine following suit. Pleased by this, she continued about her business. Everything felt nice, now—and as Terance spoke about having an itch to scratch with something, she paid him no mind for the minute. Normally she would have called him out on that making zero sense, but in this moment it made all the sense in the world to her. 

He was back in no time, anyhow. She had stopped her movements because when she had gotten up to glance at something she had become especially cognizant of her tail. It had been waving, but stilled as she stared at it—the presence of Terance brought it to movement again, and her head snapped in that direction. Hydra lurched after it, springing messily to all fours, and circled loosely three times before losing balance and cackling. Whew. There was that good ol' grass again. You feelin' this grass????