Moonspear after hours

She couldn't help but follow Hydra's gaze into the lands stretching in the lowlands. Quiet is good, she replied softly, dipping her muzzle in a slow nod, for although she did not fully grasp the entire depths of the queen's recent annoyances with the local roving women, she could still grasp the sentiment all the same. She also didn't fully realize how intimately it was affecting her brother, either. Not yet. I haven't seen a lot happening there, either, she added, for her own note--her patrols lately were nondescript. But that didn't mean she would let her guards down, either.

But, she trekked along intently. Conclave.. yeah, in a way, she replied (maybe a little distantly), since it was still difficult for her personally to claim the ones Praimfaya held her ties too. Opalia's loyalty to those beyonds was always hazy at best. She did not know them, not truly. Drageda-born, and long removed from many of her fellows besides the twist on it they maintained here in the Teekon, she did feel at a strange position with that bit's finest detailing. I am fluent, yes, she nodded, a touch pleased to find the queen's unexpected interest in their language. All of us born on the Cliffs learned it early.. and others in the different Gedas do as well, she said, though she did not know the exact cultural root point of it all--only able to guess that it might be deep, and considerably older than her.