Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

Skipping Hydra this round, with her permission.

Alya felt her heart sink when her father shot her a look and a growl. Oh, she thought, exchanging a long-suffering look with her sisters. This was not a game, but a lesson. And while Charon was usually the fun parent, that was when they were playing. At least they still got to chase in Mama's lessons.

With a soft, melancholy sigh, Alya fell into line with her sisters and put on Hydra's mein. In the blink of an eye, there were no longer three sisters, but three Hydras standing beside Charon, all with indentical looks of studied indifference on their faces. Doubtlessly, there would be punishment later for both sneaking out and whining. This day just gets better and better, Alya thought, saying as much with a flippant glance toward her mirror-sisters.

The adults continued to argue while the three Hydras continued to wait for something exciting to happen. It looked like they'd be in for the long haul.