Moonspear so if you meet me, have some courtesy

The chuff of Praimfaya was not missed; one ear backturned, and her head turned as she watched the approach of the young Praimfaya. She stilled until the young girl was alongside her, and then moved with her. She was all at once relieved that Praimfaya had no season herself to endure... but she imagined the young girl was lost within it. Hydra was not her mother, but was the mother of a daughter; if she were to go before her own time, she would hope that someone would guide her through these days to better understand them. 

Licking her chops, Hydra looked to her new subordinate and asked generally: do you have a better understanding for all that is transpiring around us now? That, she felt, was a good place to start. Experience was how Hydra learned best, and Praimfaya herself was in the thick of it.