Moonspear hard knock life

Such words! Alya listened greedily to her father, selfishly absorbing each word, even when they weren't meant for her own ears. "Guh, guh," she echoed, entranced, and bestowed excited licks and kisses to the underside of his jaw when he deigned to lower himself to her level.

Soon, though, his attention returned to the Mover, and Alya had more words to memorize. She stared between the two, bright blue eyes bouncing back and forth like a ping-pong match as she tried to determine what was being said, what all this could mean. Hydra, she knew, was also interested in these things, and even if she had not wanted to gather the information for her own knowledge, she would have gathered it for her Most Beloved. Although they were yet young, Alya had already thrown her lot behind the quieter girl, and had easily aligned herself with the other's agendas.

*sinster laughter*