Firefly Glen up till dawn

Alya spat her own bugs out and glanced around surreptitiously, making sure no one had seen her acting like a kid. Her worst nightmare was Cypress coming upon then during one of their particularly silly games, and deciding that she wasn't cool or pretty at all. But Cypress was not around, so Alya allowed herself to relax once more.

She turned to Lyra, noting the other girl's melancholy. "We should go visit Cypress soon," she said, seemingly out of the blue. Of course, she was usually thinking about Cypress these days, but she had also been thinking that, perhaps, a trip to visit the older boy would bring back a bit of Lyra's pluck. Or, perhaps, Cypress's solemn demeanor would only compound Lyra's unhappiness.

There was only one way to find out, she reasoned.

Such thoughts were quickly shoved from Alya's mind as they caught up to Hydra and came upon another dark-coated boy. Alya had never met him before, but she was sure, quite suddenly, that he was the more gorgeous boy she had ever met.

"Hi," she said brightly, pushing forward with a glazed look in her eyes. "I'm Alya! What's your name?"

It was vitally important to know the name of her future husband, after all.