Moonspear Day to day grind

Entranced by the image before her, and leaning nearer and near toward the water's surface, Alya did not notice her pale sister until she had bumped into her rear. With a mighty sqwak, the darker child plopped into the river and disappeared under the surface for one long and endless moment. The water had time to still behind her, and she missed entirely Korei's first experience with her reflection.

If she had witness it, perhaps things would have turned out differently. Perhaps she could have understood. But it was not to be, and when Alya emerged, sputtering, from the shallow creek, it was with confusion reigning her tiny little head. Where had her sister gone? Korei was here, but Lyra or Hydra had disappered - they hadn't even been underwater! But... she was. Alya had been under the water. Could it have been that... that that wolf was her? Could she really be Hydra? Lyra? Could they all be there, and could they all be her?

Her fragile sense of identity strained and twisted under the weight of such thoughts, and then shifted suddenly into a thing more fluid than the waters she sat in - into something that most wolves would easily recognize as folly. But to Alya's young mind, it was simple: She was Alya, and so were Hydra and Lyra. Hydra and Lyra were Alya. They were one in the same. Different and separate at times, but able to take up the same space - interchangable.

Of course, little Alya could not think in such grand terms. Her realization was sublter, softer. A flash of thought, and then simply reality. As far as she was concerned, it had always been this way.

Presently, her attention turned to Korei, and without the midigating presence of Hydra to protect the weaker girl, Alya decided that some roughhousing was in order.

"Kaway!" she cried, rushing out of the creek in a torrent of cold water and leaping at her paler sister.