Moonspear it’s not meant to be

Truly, she answered in echo, as succinct as he. Ying had wanted to create an army with her; Hydra pondered on a successor to this, and looked down to the boy. I am sure she will be pleased to see you alive and well, she imagined aloud. Perhaps he was not a runaway; perhaps he and his mother left together, and he was simply returning now. Hydra peered to Desdemona, nodding to the woman that she could resume her patrol. The matriarch would introduce the cub to the rendezvous, where he could eat and rest for a time.

She imagined @Alya might be nearby, and looked around for her. Often when she thought of either of her sisters, they would appear as though they knew it—and more likely than not, they did. Do you speak the language of your aunt Hūa and Yingyue, as well? she asked, none too idly, as they moved. A favored pastime of hers was learning the languages of others, and young though he was Huojin could surely teach her this thing that she did not yet know. While she was fluent enough in Japanese, it was not the same all around she had found despite similarities.