Moonspear the problem with potions

For @Hydra, and @Lyra idk ur status but feel free to come along

Prretending to be Hydra — and, more to the point, attempting to slim down into a closer facsimile of her — was exhausting, and so Alya was taking a much needed break. Now she was being Lyra, which was easier because they were both a little less... well, a little less something than Hydra. There was a reason, after all, that Hydra had taken the crown.

This consisted of slinking through the higher reaches of Moonspear and casting disapproving looks at anyone who passed by her. This probably confused some of them; Lyra might have been on good terms with any or all of them, but disapproving Lyra was Alya's favorite, and so that was the Lyra she emulated.

Of course, her relative chubbiness left the others with no illusions about who they were facing. So, probably they weren't confused at all. Alya scowling was not a strange occurrence at all.

When she was done passive-aggressively antagonizing her packmates — around the same time she finished ruminating on some rather uncomfortable truths — she turned away from the heights and sought out the Cave of Bones, where she and her sisters had oft held court. She would not call for Hydra, but would wait until her sisters realized where she'd gone. They would know to come.