"Can we please change the subject?" Selia shuddered. "I'm already creeped out by what happened to the poor Zinya and at the idea of what might have happened if we didn't follow Faluel on her vacation. I don't need to hear about one more madman."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." The Hydra said with a sad smile.
Fyrwal had never liked Oghrom much when he was alive, but now she missed him dearly and rarely had the opportunity to speak about her youth.
"Yeah, I need to apologize to that poor woman once we get back." Faluel said. "I didn't expect that someone would target her nor that the other Lords of the Distar region would just sit there and do nothing. Especially Athung."
"So young and naïve." Fyrwal's seven heads rubbed against her daughter's with the same tenderness of when she was just a one-headed hatchling. "Undead can't move during the day, plants don't care about anyone but themselves, and the human Lord had no reason to intervene.
