Moonspear so you bring the battle home

He dismissed her remark with a reply that tempered her indignation, and Lyra let a softer, amused expression spread across her features. Just like that, he was back in her good books. As Terance introduced himself, she realised Dirge might have no idea which head of the Cerberus he was speaking to. She assumed he had realised it was not Hydra, so gave him another smile before identifying herself. "I'm Lyra."

She looked from Terance to Dirge at their comments, her gaze notably favouring the latter more than the former. She couldn't help but laugh, his poetic words earning him a top spot in her list of her favourite boys in Moonspear. Of which there weren't many, in truth, but he was still up there. If Terance still sought to woo her or any of the others, his language skills had some catching up to do.

As Dirge moved down the mountain, Lyra followed to catch up to his side with a flick of her tail, gesturing for Terance to come with. "Mischief, you say?" she echoed coyly, glancing back to the green-eyed boy. She hadn't a clue what sort of schemes Dirge was thinking of, but, naturally, she did have some practice due to having two mirror image sisters. And tonight, the girl was feeling up for anything. 'What do you think, Terance?"