Moonspear different place, different time, all the stars are in their prime

So immersed was she in Alya and what she went through that she did not note the pause Lyra, the sweetest of them, had been given by what she proposed. The only thing of note to Hydra was Alya's appreciation—which strengthened her resolve that this must be done—and Lyra's audible agreeance. And so, not wanting to waste any time (she could never second guess this desire), Hydra moved toward the healer of the bunch and presented the proper ear. I'm ready, the already wounded Ostrega hummed. She knew Lyra would hit her mark perfectly, notching it just as Alya's had been done, as doing things wrong was not within their genetic code.