Moonspear 'cause they got powers and stuff

Hydra listened to Ying, interested to hear of her culture, her way. Ying was young enough, but she supposed she meant as soon as one can. She wondered if Ying's own fear got in the way; Hydra found Dirge, but she had not realized she had even been looking. She felt certain Ying would find someone, too—

or that she might find someone for her.

The strange thought occurred to her again. It was but an idea, and yet, she wanted to see it brought to life. As Ying continued on, Hydra refrained from wrinkling her muzzle. There was a dark look to her countenance, though, that relayed her displeasure in the sort of men Ying spoke of. You are fortunate to still be so, if having a husband meant changing who you are, she drawled, as much as a consolation that Ying could get from a woman like Hydra. She was not one who was very good at making others feel better; matters of the heart, and soothing them, were not her forte. 

After a beat, Hydra drawled: How would you feel about someone... arranged for you? she inquired, ears cupping forward. Was she a woman like Kukutux, or did she frown at such a thought?