Silverlight Terrace you and i,

Hua, Hydra answered, letting Ying fill the quiet with words. An explanation, or lack of one. She leads you? Hydra could not help but wonder, ill at ease with the idea given the fact that Ying's own empress was unaware of what heat meant. She, too, did not even know—so she had shared with me. I explained it all to her, what it meant. What being with a man might mean, the matriarch revealed. Or had she been lying? In any case, Ying spoke on about keeping her home had she known; Hydra's eyes surveyed Ying. Could she? Who ruled who, truly? 

Hydra answered Ying with how long it had been, and then drawled: she came alone. But she had not been alone; she had been with a man. Still, though, she presumed Ying might have estimated as much. I dismissed her so that she might return home; it was not a time for us to speak on diplomacy, Hydra, as Queen and alpha alike, had exercised every ounce of control that she had to not curb the womans season—or else throw her from the cliffside. Hydra had next to no tolerance for women in heat, especially upon her mountain. It was her respect for Ying that held Hydra at bay, and the idea of friendship—though her brand was different than most.