Moonspear deception on my lips

Alya tore off a dainty shred of liver and tossed it back, savoring the taste as it slid down her gullet. She wondered how Lyra would react when Alya told her about this exchange, and then promptly decided that it needed to be kept from her sister for Lyra's own good. "I'm telling you that Lyra needs to be swept off her paws," said Alya, refocusing on Terance. "Kill things for her. Kill in front of her. Do that magic smiley thing you did at me." That would certainly get Lyra's heart pumping, wouldn't it?

"I mean, someone needs to put those trees to use," the girl added, shifting restlessly. God, this conversation was not doing her any good. She needed to get out of there and go for a long run. "I can't promise you results. But I can promise that what you're doing now won't get them, alright? And I can promise that being more forward won't ruin your chances." She paused, giving Terance another pointed look. "I think you know that, too. I think you're just pussyfooting around because you're scared of the truth. But the truth is that the longer you wait, the more you nestle into that comfortable little pocket you're sitting in."