Nocturne Summit she moved like the moon

sorry for the wait!!

Vaati had not noticed the woman venturing close until her voice cracked the windy silence that echoed about between the rocks, which seemed to levitate so high off the ground. His attention snapped to her with narrowed eyes, first in a hostility that softened to a laid back caution. Vaati had never met her before, but he knew who she was. Her scent alone was enough to tell him she was of Moonspear, but it was her uncanny resemblance to who he assumed was her daughters that eased the tension he felt. Perhaps he could have mistaken her for one of them, had he noticed her approaching from a ways away. But the difference lied in the fact that she was older, and he found she held a particular ethereal aura, reminding him slightly of his own mother in her glory days. In that way, he could see from where Hydra obtained her natural elegance. Yet, before he could open his mouth to utter a reply, the ebony regent herself crept forward to greet him. Admittedly, he felt the slightest bit lost for words. There wasn’t much he had on his mind to say, nor did he feel he could he find the right words. Instead, he settled with a simple nod, “Hydra,” and cast his eyes shifting between them, before settling on Hydra once again. “How.. how have you been?” The question was genuine, he truly had wondered about her during his absence. Not in fear or worry, but curiosity. Life had slowed to a vapid pace during his hiatus, however, he held the speculation that her life was never uneventful. Yet, he took a moment to recall the other woman’s initial inquiry and found himself unable to answer the question. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was there nor what ambitions he was chasing by being there. Perhaps his first thought should have been to ask her of Alya, but strangely enough, neither was the answer something he sought.