Altar of Twilight butter and biscuits for your meal

His inquiry caused her to look a little closer at what was around them. These days, it was too easy to get lost within her own mind. The web of anger she was ensnared in caused her to miss things that all others might see in the world and its splendor. Too entangled in her own task to rid herself of the enemy, Hydra found that in the meantime she had forgotten to appreciate what was around her. What was before her very eyes. 

It was hard not to justify it. The quiet moments spent here, or anywhere,  admiring little marvels were seconds her enemy could be striking down the innocent. So many did not know what could happen in the span of a single second. The other day she had been home, and though she could not know what it was exactly she had been doing, in the meantime her own child was being attacked. 

And so it felt like there was never enough time. 

Still. She was inexhaustible in her pursuit. And for a simple, quiet moment in time, Hydra was reminded to take a better look at things around her. Even in the quest to vanquish those that deserved whatever death came to them, there was still life to live. Sights such as these, simple though this was, was only a small sliver as to why it was worth fighting for. Her gaze traced the ridges and the curves of the stone, and fell to the floor; Astaroth, internally, described it aptly. It looked like the rolling ocean waters, suspended in time—utterly still, and silent. 

It is, she drawled, unable to disagree. She did not look to him again while her gaze drifted about. Nothing hiding in the shadows, nor pretty sights that she might miss on the face of this place they looked upon. An ear cupped toward him as she spoke, are you a wolf of the mountains? with a passive sort of interest. Hydra was determined to utilize her time in an efficient manner; she would live in the moment, enjoy it for what it was... but continue her search all the same. Who said that friends could not be made along the way?