Moonspear the earth sings

Warrior, fisher, starguide—the latter of which Hydra knew could mean many things. But to hear of her daughters interest in it caused her gaze to turn from him to her. Traces of her grandfather there, in her curiosity of the stars. Her gaze panned back to the foreigner, his accent thick and heavy. Perhaps he could teach her of his tongue; another language for her to better understand the world far beyond hers. 

Each could be of use here, she drawled to him, and to Mintaka as well she surmised and recalled, the stars are a guide for any traveler. A map of the seasons, too... after a beat, she sought confirmation: was that your meaning? For perhaps it was something else entire, and he himself was a guide for any who sought too know the stars, their names, their story. Hydra knew of some, but hardly all. Her bedtime stories had been the mythos of the stars, including their namesakes. I am Hydra, she introduced in turn, this is my daughter, Mintaka, gesturing to the silver cub, and my dear cousin, Desdemona. For the woman was family to her, and had been the moment she had come into her ranks.