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

Alya tip-toed beside Hydra, unable to help the silly little dance-walk she was doing. "We're the same again, we're the saaaaame," she sang aloud - thankfully, her singing voice had grown to be almost palletable, by this time. At least, it was no longer the same restless screeching she'd practiced as a pup. Her mother's genes kept her from truly excelling at it, but Alya did it more for joy than for sport.