Moonspear i dont think you know me

Hydra preserved energy through silence. She agreed with Desdemona, though; rain would be nice. Fall, though, she looked forward to. Winter too, and then Spring. Anything was preferable to Summer and its damned heat. It will, she concurs at least, shifting her body some to get more comfortable. Tired as she was, she exhaled as she began to doze, some... though the matriarch was ever one to sleep with one eye open. Now and then, her ear would twitch—she listened to the sounds surrounding them still.