Moonspear saturnz barz

She is appeased slightly by the show of submission by the other. The folding of her ears perk Lyra's own up, but she watches with an emotionless, stern gaze. Her eyes meet the girls' for but a split second — dark navy clashing with ice-like cobalt. There's a certain familiarity to her ensnaring gaze, one Lyra can't quite place but she questions it all the same. The stony look, the cut of her jaw, it all screamed you know her, but the Ostrega simply can't recall where or how.

She continues to stare down at the stranger as she shrinks, before explaining the reason for why she was Moonspear's borders. Straight to the point — another tick in Lyra's good books. However, the name rings no bells, jogs no memory, and so she gives her answer almost instantly, "no. There's no one by that name here." Before cocking her head to one side slightly. "Is she a friend of yours?"