Firefly Glen up till dawn

She had been goaded into finally leaving Moonspear, at least for a little while. It'd do her some good, Hydra had said. Alya was also keen on the idea and so the sisters went on an outing, just like they used to. However, the mournful, downcast demeanour that had fallen upon Lyra since Galaxy's death barely eased as she followed them to the Glen. As much as she tried to muster a smile and join them in trying to catch the fireflies, she couldn't fake a complete carefree attitude. Her eyes lacked their usual shine.

She stuck her tongue out for Hydra to inspect at the end of their game and determine the winner (of course the head of the Cerberus won), turning away as the victorious sister then wiped it against the fur on her cheek. Where she would have otherwise squealed in disgust, today she simply accepted it, silently wiping a paw to rid herself of the gunk afterwards.

She followed her sisters as they sprinted ahead then, though lacked their excitement. She did slightly show some sign of life, however, when they came across another — a young boy around their age, with dark fur and strange pale freckles which she quirked her head curiously at. She only knew of Charon and Vela with such markings. She came to a stop and watched Hydra dance around the poor boy, her expression blank as she observed his reaction.