Moonspear fight until i'm gone

Alya paused, her steps faltering as she gathered her patience and her wits about her. She kept messing up with Terance - it seemed as though nothing she said or did could make them friends. The only thing left to do was attempt her specialty, and Lyra would just have to forgive her later.

She wouldn't take it too far.

She glanced toward the trees and back to Terance, her eyes seeming to brighten and her gaze shifting to something between excitement and speculation. "Maybe we can go to those trees and just have a little... privacy," she suggested, affecting a Lyra-esque hesitence and sense of propriety. She glanced behind her, a bit of real guilt flickering across her face. Would Lyra be mad at her? Probably - but it was for science! And they really needed to get Lyra someone less... boring.