Moonspear by a route obscure and lonely

She replied so quickly that it didn't even feel like a lie. There were days when Alya wasn't even sure who she was - sometimes, she felt a lot more like Lyra than Alya. Sometimes she was even her mother, but that was far less common. It didn't make sense for her to be Mamakaze (and their eyes were different, anyway) but she could be mistaken for either of her mirror sisters. Not even her own parents could really tell them all apart.

So, "Lyra," she said, simpering and sweet because of this. Of course, she knew the real Lyra would be a little more wary of the dark stranger, but she was not all the way Lyra. She was somewhere in-between. "What's your name?" she added, moving a few steps closer. He was as big as any adult, but there was something strangely youthful about him, even with his solemn nature.

Alya crept closer still.