Moonspear are you up right now?

Hydra hummed as she listened, grinning toward his vague answer, and humoring his first words to start: A good one, I think, for they struck a good balance. As for his mention of it being too lofty a goal, Hydra flashed him a brilliant smile. No, I do not, she answered in earnest, blue eyes observant of his features. You speak with the future Queen of the Hinterlands, she all but purred, and I think I may be speaking with its King, Hydra suggested, wondering what he might think of that lofty goal of hers, a playful dream to be sure, but what if they could someday make it so? She liked to think anything was possible; she had acheived all she had ever wanted, when she wanted it. She was ever tireless in each of her pursuits, and perhaps that was why she felt that should she feel so tempted she could accomplish it—whatever it was. Hydra knew well Dirge was capable of that, too, when he wanted. He had accomplished capturing her, after all.