Moonspear comedic timing

Hydra's gaze turned to Andraste as she spoke, bored; whatever the foothills had to do with this, she was not sure—the returned look, her own attempt at lofty, was met with a flash of teeth. Her realm was not the place for her pride; if she thought to tout her ambitions here, Hydra would educate her on etiquette she had assumed the she-wolf to have been born with. Time and time again, she was found lacking—her patience was thin, and Hydra waited for Andraste to either recognize her error or begone with poorly-timed offense but then—

It went on. 

Andraste had met the end of her patience; she was dismissed effectively, as the Queen was far from amused with her antics. Hydra did not take this as news either good nor bad, but an attempt to subdue her total authority here—Andrastes words only served to diminish her and embolden the woman who had only ever extended one kindness after another. It was just as she had said to @Alya who she felt was near; @Lyra too would likely seek to give the woman what she felt she deserved for her unfair treatment. 

And Hydra? Hydra had had enough.

In the second between Andraste's tongue stilling and her catching her breath, Hydra lunged for her—

How dare she? After their hospitality, and them taking in what Aurewen could suffer no longer—

Hydra knew how she dared. As a fool did. And now, the woman would meet the fate of a fool should she not think to leave, and now.

Whatever it was he had said could wait—Hydra would not allow Andraste another word edgewise; she was, in this way, dismissed entirely from her own presence. 

Hydra never could suffer fools for very long.