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Lyra was the first to respond, to which Hydra responded a quick: sh! So that she wouldn't be caught. It was then Alya lept free of them, her savior! Hydra grinned into Lyra's belly, burying her face there as she tried to calm herself down. Hydra experienced none of the jealousy Alya endured, if only because she had the personality of a cat. She wanted what she wanted when she wanted it, but once she was done with it, she was good. Hydra loved the attentions of her parents, but she didn't like tickles at all; her fathers company had swiftly lost its appeal to her, who was now either Lyra or Alya, she had not yet decided.

For now, she nuzzled her way beneath Lyra, tail thumping against the earth. The only thing that gave her a true fright was to be tickled when she did not want ]to be tickled, but now that Alya-turned-Hydra had taken that burden from her, she was content again.