Moonspear no scrubs

Alya grinned, finishing with her grooming of Hydra and turning to Lyra with a bound and a bow. She felt suddenly very light and free - Lyra was smiling again, and they were all alone together.

"Let's wrestle," she suggested, pouncing upon her sister and giving Lyra's ear a rough tug. It had been some time since the sisters had shared this intimacy. Something about the constant threat of the Blackfeathers, their shared low spirits, and the need to better themselves combined. But there was always room for fun between the three sisters, and Alya thought it was about time they indulged themselves.