Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

She watched from the mountains' peaks, watched as Arcturus appeared with a woman by his side, as he boldly called for their sister, as Dragomir and Jarilo raced to meet him head on, and she watched as finally Hydra approached. Their voices rose from the borders of their home, though Lyra could not make out what exactly was being said, despite Dragomir's outburst, despite Hydra's booming voice. However, even from this distance, she could tell nothing good was going to come from this. Tempers flickered and flared, and already she could see Arcturus was at the end of his rope as his tail arched high over his hindquarters, turning his back on his Queen.

A scowl crossed her face as she finally rose from her perch and began the descent down the mountain. While it had been proven her sister was plenty capable of holding her own, Lyra was glad they hadn't come to blows. Healing Revui had been enough, and she wasn't about to waste her stores on yet another foolish brother.

She came upon the scene just as Dragomir departed, and she watched him go with a critical yet curious gaze, following his emotionless walk away from the mountain before turning to see Hydra standing before their brother, pleading with him. She respected Arcturus, truly. He had grown to be a duty-bound and enduring man, though the traits he shared with his wayward brother seemed to run far deeper than she had thought. Perhaps it was best their memory were erased from this place; becoming yet a simple black mark against their family's legacy.

"Let him leave," Lyra said lowly, staring straight at her brother now. Go, and don't ever return.