Moonspear beautiful

She was painfully present, not waiting long before the words began and gave her something else to focus on. Still, she found she was still awfully tense--though so far, none of this came as a surprise to her. She was silently grateful. Praimfaya explained, apologized, and otherwise.. then the volley went to Hydra, where more unknown could come. Opalia kept dreadfully quiet as the Moonspearian commander brought up kru, the risks to them, and all else. The golden gona knew this. She didn't like this any, however, but.. something deep in her bones said that the risks had been accepted, she bore the weight of some of them, she felt. But time was moving on, with or without her. She was piecing it back..

Beneath a flicker of unease, she glanced to Osiris to gauge his thoughts but saw little so far. Swiftly, her attentions were back to the leader soon after. She would give wanheda space to answer on the revenge.