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

Hydra steeled herself. The words were all the warning she needed, though she wished they hadn't been said—she saw her sister looming toward her ear, and then there was fresh pain. She swallowed a yelp, knowing that the sound would beckon to their parents who were in overdrive given the recent event but also for Lyra. The thing bled freely, and it truly did mirror Alya's wound to a T. As Lyra offered her apologies, Hydra looked toward her and shook her head. Lyra, Hydra hummed, looking toward her soft sister, I'm alright. It's your turn, Hydra looked to Alya, and tilted her head. More likely than not her own ears bleeding might throw off the precise point at which to grab Lyra's ear. Moving toward her right side, Hydra did not think to warn her sister of the pain. It simply was not in her mind. Are you ready? She asked, flicking the newly notched ear. It, strangely, did not feel like anything abnormal—it felt whole and right, to be as her sisters were.