Moonspear i am actually very curious to see which way this is going to go.

Well, at least their family fun time wouldn't be completely wasted. Alya loved pretending. As Lyra darted away from her, she put on a meek, startled expression and called out, "Hydra! Alli! Wait up!" in a worry-tinged falsetto.

Soft and sweet, she thought to herself. With a hidden steel.

The trick to being Lyra was that she was every bit as dangerous, cruel, and devious as Alya and Hydra - it was just that she never showed it, and no one but the Cerberus knew. It was difficult to play such a masterfully evil wolf, and Alya could never quite do her justice. But it wasn't as though Liffey would ever be able to tell.

Alya-Lyra darted after her sisters, lagging behind them by several feet and 'slipping' a few times on the more difficult slopes. "Hy!" she entreated once more, her voice full of mixed hurt and acceptance - hinting at emotional fissures that weren't really there. Let Liffey think there was a place where a wedge could be driven between them. A place where she might fit, given a bit of time and compassion.