Moonspear Two for one, you know a bitch buy four

Perhaps it was cruel for Hydra to not abide by her sons wails when she heard them, but by now she was used to his antics and knew when he was in need and when he might simply desire attention. It was only a matter of time before one of his siblings gathered this much, too, and it seemed Mira had enough; she could sense her fierce little daughter shifting to take care of things as she lay around them, though one eye cracked open in a similarly draconian fashion to observe her hoard, and what her daughter might do next.

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