Moonspear seal team sixty-nine sexecuting the hit

the hUMILIATION. I SPELLED CHEEK CHEAK. W T F

 

Hydra's eyes were soft as they turned to Dragomir, who spoke first; she could smell the nervousness upon him, a not so different odor than that of their marked quarry, though any wolf could tell the difference. She looked to him without judgment, doing her best to discern his age; it was difficult, though. By sight it was near-impossible (if not completely), but his scent was telling enough. Her voice carried a small shred of warmth when she confirmed, it is. His body language spoke he knew her station well enough, and so she did not say more than she needed. 

Vercingetorix, this man was. And the two alongside him were his children, Dragomir and Isilmë. He confirmed exactly what they were doing here, erasing any doubt as to his purpose here... though to start with, she had none, not when she had heard him call for her as well. It had taken Kaistleoki long enough, but since the earth started shifting she did not begrudge them that. If where they were was more stable, why risk a life? Better to wait a while longer to see if things might cease. They had not, and here her family was. Hydra regarded the arrival of her brother with the flick of her ear; an invitation to come nearer, if he wished, or stay where he was.

Indeed, she was with us for a time. Longer than even she hoped; shortly after her departure, she was struck down by lightning. Aurewen was returned to us... though now she calls herself Andraste, she revealed, her blue eyes holding the man as she continued. And once she was healed and well enough, she left with no intent to return to the riverlands. As she put it, her heavens forbade it, she drawled, voice dark. Hydra had her own questions; did they share the same faith? Would the children care not and understand, because of that faith? Did it absolve Andraste, in their eyes? Though she felt contempt for it, her features did not betray it; this was their mother, and his wife. She would not meddle in this family affair, not with the children present. It was not fair to them, that—

But it would be crueler to feed them false hope. A savory thing, at first, that soon tasted too bitter to want to try again.

She would let them find their own answers, if they wanted. When she departed, she headed in that direction. Hydra's muzzle followed her gaze, pointing toward the direction of the weald. Where it was she went, Hydra did not yet know; she had only watched long enough for the pale fae to disappear into the horizon. 

lauren said we could skip arcturus! <3 also don't want to hold this up and ima be away this weekend so throwing in a post now <3