Moonspear stir your gut 'til it pours

She had settled into somewhat of a sphinx-like pose, eyes closing as she tried to ignore the droplets of rain that fell upon her coat. She could have escaped into the Netherwoods or the caverns that littered Moonspear's side, though Lyra enjoyed the eagle-eye view of their lands far too much to subject herself to the sights at sea level.

Besides, she knew fellow Ostregas lurked more frequently among the higher reaches of their home. Speaking of which...

She cracked on eye open as she heard the familiar baritone of Dirge's voice. His comment caused her to release a soft laugh. "Then why are you out in it?" she teased, crossing her forelegs and resting her chin upon them as she flashed him a small smile.