Moonspear The Pale Skier

Her mouth formed into a thin smile as Korei extended an invitation to join her. She should have expected her friendly sister to do as such. The girl shook her head lightly, stifling a laugh. Imagine if that had been Hydra she had just asked. She knew Korei wouldn't know exactly which of her dark three sisters stood before her, and Lyra liked it that way. She would rather keep her company guessing, let them assume who she was before she revealed her actual self. It seemed today, however, she would have to prematurely disclose her identity as the sister who was in training to be a medic.

Before she could say anything else, the pale girl suddenly slipped and skidded along the ice, one forepaw twisting as it hit a rock. Lyra winced, glad she hadn't heard a snap but knowing it must have hurt all the same. Korei's cry confirmed her suspicions and the darker Ostrega couldn't help but let out a resigned, quiet sigh, "Korei." She walked towards her and leaned down, eyes trained on her injured paw. "Are you alright?" she asked, keeping her voice gentle for her softer sister. She was still family, after all.