Moonspear The Creature From the Black Lagoon

I quite like the color grey, Hydra drawled, appreciating a woman with which she could banter appropriately with. Not so dark as black, nor pale as white... perfectly in the middle, though some days, you wonder if that is so. Does it err on the darker scale, or the lighter? she hummed aloud, but in hearing of Keres speaking to her identity, her purpose, with her new name... Well, Hydra did not like to wonder. Well, you will have to tell me the meaning of Keres then, she encouraged with a wave of her tail. 

There was a moment in which Hydra felt as though they were being followed. Dirge was not incorrect, entirely, in his assumption of her maneuvering—but wrong to think it was him she avoided. Hydra did pause to look toward the outskirts of Moonspear once to ensure none lurked that needed dealing with before delving deeper into the Spear, following an old and familiar route. One that would be easy for Keres to take, soft paws and all. Hydra did not think it silly at all; if the name Keres wore now suited her more, then why should she not change it?