Moonspear pomegranate

It is a call she had heard before; the shadow of him was cast upon her as he winged away, and as Opalia came toward her the matriarch watched him go. As of recent days his seemed a presence that was becoming more regular. She wondered if after years of working toward it (albeit offhandedly), Hydra might have earned herself another head. The matriarchs gaze soon turned back to Opalia as the bird became too small to trail with her own eyes. 

Pleased to see the Drakru woman, Hydra was swift to greet her. How do you fare? she inquired, tail swaying behind her at a slow and steady cadence.