Moonspear northern lights

She had felt it too. It was an odd sensation — sharp at first, but it had quickly abated into a faint dull over the past few days. Yet when Lyra inspected that particular area of her leg, there was no visible sign of damage. She knew without even asking that Hydra had been subject to the same phantom pain. Though, the realisation of what it meant dawned on their warrior sister earlier than it did Lyra.

She woke with a start at Hydra's command. She had already been counting the days since Alya's departure and knew she was due to return within a moon phase; had it already passed? It certainly felt like it. Time seemed to slow to a crawl whenever she was without her better two thirds. As she roused fully from sleep and the gravity of Hydra's words sunk in, Lyra's eyes widened and she rolled onto her paws with a gasp.

Alya. Hurriedly, she followed after her mirror image, drawing up beside her to look over the sun-soaked lands beyond Moonspear. While Hydra's anxiety was a simmering yet reassuring flame, Lyra's own began to surge out of control. Was she okay? Was she safe? What about the rest of their family while they were gone? She shifted her weight with a nervous lick of her lips, turning to Hydra, finding solace in the determined sapphire gaze of her sister. We are going to find her.