Moonspear running with the wolves tonight

The other was certainly an imaginative woman, Hydra realized. The way she fashioned her words was somewhat poetic; she wondered if the other realized that or not. In any case, Hydra thought the answer was absurd, but would not say as much; weather did not conquer, weather simply was. She supposed it was a changing thing, though. And Hydra did have an answer, in any case. Moriko saw herself as an adaptable woman, who did not mind a challenge when faced with one. Both things were good, in her own opinion, and so she found herself satisfied.

Ah, she said with a nod, I see. Quiet for a moment, Hydra's gaze drifted. Have you any goals you would like to conquer? She asked next, ears twitching idly; perhaps Hydra herself might be able to help, though it would depend on the others interests.