Moonspear are you up right now?

His words stoked a fire within her. Never before had Hydra envisioned her at the helm of things, but as of late, there was something that caused her to desire to walk a little taller. Test boundaries. Rise. In her youth she had been content as her parents second, and even now felt she was ready to return to those duties; Hydra had given herself time to be away, to live and to explore, but that desire had gone to rest the moment she returned. Moonspear was home. She was as much a part of it as it was a part of this earth; she had seen children raised here, and though none were her own she had taken her favorites under her wing. 

Take over the world. She did like the sound of it, and she was certain he must know that. They had spoken of it, in passing, once—and though he meant it in jest now (perhaps only partially so, given his own nature), Hydra was reminded of her dormant ambitions... that as of late, seemed to stir within her. 

Her eyes shifted to him as she grinned. With your silver tongue, I do not doubt it, She responds, and after a beat, playfully asks: what would your first decree be, as one of its two world leaders? The inkdrops tail swayed as she spoke, eager to know.