Moonspear it’s not meant to be

It was not often, these days, that Alya found herself interacting with those outside of her blood family. Her sisters were her most constant companions, and she stood in for Hydra at times when she could not be there for the children. Perhaps some of the others did not even realize they were three instead of two.

Sometimes, Alya felt this was so.

Today, however, she found herself moving toward Hydra as she spoke with a young stranger, summoned, somehow, by the mere act of Hydra glancing over her shoulder. She looked for Alya, and there she was, gliding out of the underbrush to attend.

Well, who is this, she said, her voice lacking the proper inflection to be a question.