Moonspear blood of the dragon

He did not stray far from her these days. Not with all that had transpired. Not with all that would come to transpire. A strange sort of silence had fallen over the mountain, a palpable grief to linger and lurk at every bend and shadow. The world around him had been a very mute thing for the last several days, but the tension that had electrified the air now laid absent.

For that he was thankful, even if it's absence was solely because of a tragedy.

When Hydra's call rose, he found that he was not quite as ready for it as he had anticipated. Aware of the changes to come, eager for them even, he had to steel his resolve. Indifference had worn itself onto his expression by the time he had come the gathering group; he gave them passing glances as he gently made his way to Hydra. He offered her a soft touch of affection before finding somewhere to settle close by. Once the others arrived, the show would begin.