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Hydra's presence was certainly commanding enough on its own, but the cry of an eagle warranted at least a lingering look. Once it winged away from easy view, she splayed her ears thoughtfully, but returned with a new focus, a hardening resolve after she took the next deep breath to answer.  Okay. A little.. she paused to search out the word. Better. she settled on there in the end. The restless feeling in her, though, sometimes struggled. Opalia did not always have the heart to shake it entirely, either, for she justified it in the end: the re-appearance of the dark wraith that Osiris had met had been a thought kept close, and she wondered if the dark commander felt it too.

She was reminded of many things, many of which were wrathful, old, and bitter. How are your trails today? she returned for the present, for now.