Moonspear pomegranate

To hear that there was nothing concerning--that was good, a good start. Opalia offered first a nod, but it stopped short. Dacio. It was not that she disagreed at all, but listening on needed a new fresh focus. The trails, whatever she had been doing prior suddenly didn't matter. I want it too. So.. so badly, she admitted with a sigh, squeezing shut her eyes. Bold before her commander now and beneath the guise of her native tongue, she had felt the solidarity then, and the purpose it could hone. I went to where your son had encountered her last.. not so long ago, the warrior revealed, and getting another whiff of her after all these months had only stoked her burning need to see that wretch die.

But, there too was the matter of the Saints. Opalia remained unimpressed by them yet despite a sheer lack of firsthand experience, but there might be some use in it--a common enemy, as Hydra mentioned, could bring them together. She didn't like it, but, was able to consider it for what it was worth. It is possible, she agreed, speaking slow before she toed back to her own. Praimfaya noted they had set out to gather warriors back then, and they sound.. easy to spark, she said quietly with a shrewd look. It appealed to her to risk theirs instead of more of Hydra and Dirge's family. Even if Moonspear did bolster them, it might not take much. They might only need a small push from you, she thought. What all do you know of.. Ursus? She hated the very name, and wanted the most up to date notes she had. Everything Opalia knew was bits and pieces alone.

And Hydra would feed into her fire, satisfyingly so.