Moonspear blood [m]oon rising

The sound of scree cascading downward caused Hydra's attention to shift a measure. She listened and heard the sound of who she knew to be Dirge, by his gait and his step, letting her gaze linger only for a moment more on what was ahead of her before looking to all that she had seen to begin with. If she had not known what she was looking for, she did now. Many things, she admits with a toss of her head and the flirtatious roll of one shoulder. How lucky for me that one stands before me now? Hydra looks to him with a grin before moving alongside him. 

For a long time, Dirge had been her most persistent of suitors. That was not enough to merit him any rewards from her, not of the physical variety in any case. But tonight, her whim seemed to be get closer, and so she did. Hydra mutely pressed her chin against his, and the contact lit the long fuse that had been built over the past days in which she refused his touch almost entirely. Where normally she would withdraw, it was here she lingered, stepping closer to bring her chest against his own.