Moonspear blood of the dragon

It would have been a lie if he hadn't anticipated something akin to clamor to arise at Hydra's decree regarding him. If it were to, it had yet to, but his gaze swept crisply over the gathered lot. He knew which would not stir to this information, knew with whom he had curried some favor, but there would always been some dissenting party in their midst.

Alya, he thought, his gaze crossing her and Nikai to look beyond them to where out focus avians stirred. She had never favored him much to chagrin and amusement alike. Nikai seemed more levelheaded in that regard, perhaps he'd rein her in. He couldn't peg Yama's reaction, not yet, and decided to not think on it. He barely knew her, thought her a reclusive wraith among her kin. The others he had some sort of accord with.

Inevitably, he brought his attention back to Hydra, and his gaze lingered over the swell of her flanks. For their sake, he hoped not to deal with the unyielding; it was an unnecessary strain, and they'd had enough of that lately. But the notion lingered at the back of his mind. He'd keep his nose clean.

just realized alya was ppc, my bad.