Firefly Glen it's planting seeds in a garden you never see

Hydra had been returning from a patrol to lay with her family for a time; she was most active throughout the night, but with Winters impending arrival her hours would adjust to receive the daylight hours more often. Her husband was in her line of sight when the call rose over the quiet of the night. A hush overcame the world for the briefest of moments before other voices joined. 

She thought she saw what she was feeling mirrored in her mate, but it could be her own imagination running rampant as she heard her sons voice. And then, another—and the voice of all of her family, joining his in solidarity. Hydra turned to dart toward a nearby ledge, but from this great height Osiris was indistinguishable. 

Her gaze turned to the sky, and her heart lifted in her throat—in the white face of the moon, she likened the craters to freckles for a brief moment seeing the very same thing @Nikai had, perhaps unwittingly. A streak of green then, before a meteor shower began. 

It was almost as though her mother and father were among them then. But like Nikai, Hydra thought she must be imagining that much. The pride within her was real, though not her own. She could feel it in the song of Moonspear and the Glen. All around them would know, now, of their latest achievement. Moonspear had grown. Hydra lifted her head and joined in on the song; her pride, her joy, their strength. Not for a moment had she doubted them, and it was no wonder with Osiris at their helm.