She wandered through Pisces as she usually did, icy aura cold enough to freeze much of the water in her path, the temperature here was so low. It was soothing to watch the water frost over and freeze into fractals in front of her eyes, addicting almost, so she walked and walked, bringing ice and beauty where she went.

She paused when some sound reached her ears. Someone was singing nearby. She swiveled her head towards the direction and saw a figure in the distance, sitting besides one of the pools. Curious, she changed her course, approaching them instead. They sounded...very sad, a sound that resonated in her heart. It wasn't the same deep loss that she felt when her children had left the nest...no, this was deeper.

A little concerned, she picked up her pace but slowed as she approached. She looked down at the hybrid standing before the pool and started, gently, "That's a lovely voice you have."

Asimona was completely unaware that Tenzin was speaking to the hybrid in her mind and simply took the staring off into the water as a part of Zutar's sadness. She sighed softly and took another step forward, lowering herself down so that she wasn't so high above her, snaking her head down to rest on the ground. "No, it's quite alright. Why are you sad, if you don't mind me asking?"

Zutar hadn't specifically stated that she was sad, but Asimona had courted depression enough times to hear it in her voice and see it in her body language. There was loss here. That, perhaps, was the deepest sting of all.

At the words "Master", Asimona's face fell from sympathetic to downright furious. Of course there was a Master behind this. Her great dislike and bitterness for all of those ancient creatures rose in her throat like bile and her lip unintentionally curled with disdain. The name Astraea was familiar and she faintly remembered seeing a deer in Hydra, lagging behind with the Merchant and with Vargas. And probably with Nemean as well.

"Oh, I see," she snarled. "You're mother got on the bad side of a Master. They always find fickle, ridiculous reasons to make us miserable. We're nothing but playthings for them, to be thrown away or killed at their pleasure. I'm sorry for your loss and I understand. I lost someone to a Master as well." The image (or sound, really) of Llamrei's head coming clean off her body and the sound of Nemean's mocking laughter rang in her ears.

She shook her head, her stomach turning. "I don't know of Astraea, exactly, but I'm sure he's no different then the one I encountered. What did she know that got her killed, if you know? I won't repeat it."