Moonspear hopes and dreams, they will collide

Dirge saw a side of her that none but her family ever would; her twin sisters saw more, but they had been together for nearly a year now, and known each other for longer than that. He had earned the ability to hear her, know that she was not so unfeeling a thing that she seemed. Oh to be sure, she could be toward those she cared not for... but what she felt for Dirge was well beyond that. What they had was born of lust and grown on wit and banter, and then the true feelings had come. Not as a tidal wave, as Hydra was a careful woman... but Dirge had found a place in her heart that few, in their lifetime, ever would be privy to. 

Hydra thought on what he said, some; she could not imagine running into one of her siblings and sharing so little! But he had come from a different place than she, and had a differing background too. It did not mean he loved his sister any less... that much she was certain of. The two of them both had a unique way of showing it, but that did not make it any less true. She hmm'd along with his recount; Hydra was glad to hear she was alive at least. Truly they were all worse for wear given the circumstance of the famine... Moonspear better than most, fortunately. 

You could, Hydra drawls, agreeable there. She liked Mahler, and trusted him; she knew Nyx was in good, capable hands. She inches a little closer as he finishes; however it was he felt, whatever he thought, she wanted him to be sure she would support him through it. Perhaps she will visit you here, too, she hoped aloud; Hydra wanted to meet the woman, and hoped she might want to meet the children... thinking that some sort of incentive to lead her here someday, she asked, does she know she is an aunt, now?