Young and Beautiful

Her sister was an adult. It made her tingle on the insides, pride and excitement and happiness and sheer joy. Worry, too, for it was her sister's first heat season, but she had tried her best to prepare her sister as much as possible. The woman had shown little Lyre at a year what her heat was like, but seeing it was nothing like experiencing it. The craving for that unknown, the craving for that pleasure. It took self control and will to get through those times.

She'd track her sister down, down to the Hermit's Coast, following it as if a lifeline to find the newly grown woman , watching the coral. A soft smile would grace her maw, and she'd call out for her sister. "Lyre!" It was a sweet sound, her voice, made even sweeter by the cheerful tone that accented it.

"Speech"