Moonspear the birds, the bees, the storms and the trees

attn: @Yama backdating this to 12/31 also! after da meeting

 

There were some that were not yet sexually mature in their ranks; Hydra knew much of what she said went over their heads from her own experience alone. But still she required them there to hear her decree; let there be no doubt she had made it, by any. Now, though, Hydra had set herself aside to meet with those not of age, and even those that were that had been there. Arcturus, she had promptly realized, had been gone. 

Whether he heard her howl or not she could not be sure, but she was haunted with the terrible familiarity to the situation with their own mother. The day Amekaze had called and their father had ignored it—

He is not your father! 

Indeed not; he was her brother. Amekaze's son, too. Hydra held onto faith for now, but wondered if she was bound to be disappointed by him again in her lifetime. Wondered if he would lie to her if he pursued anyone, even by accident in his not knowing. Really she could not fault him for that, but she would fault him for his lie—

These thoughts were fear given life! They ran rampant and Hydra was quick to realize this, irate by her own impending season. Faith. She had faith in him. Faith in him that at the very least, if he had erred he would be honest with her; but the season had not yet begun. It did not truly occur to her how the last season effected her mind then, but she stifled the echoes of it. She had her duty to fulfill. 

And her duty now was to the young; Yama, too. 

Yama would be entering her first season without their mother. Hydra would have to shepherd her in and out of her season; she would be there for her, by her side. It was her Hydra sought out again, following her scent-trail and wondering how her mother had handled this. Yama was a decent enough guinea pig for her own children she supposed; she would just have to do her best, as she always would.