“I’m beginning to think that this was a bad idea,” Lyria said to the others, the night before the contest. They were gathered in Lyria’s room, coffee carafes and plates of sweets scattered about as usual. This time, rather than studying, the wolves were all in various states of panic. “I don’t even know what story I’m going to tell!” She was swishing about in the red dress, which she had been wearing for the better part of a half an hour. “Or if this dress looks okay!”
“First of all,” Aertis said, the only one of the four of them who was sitting calmly, observing the chaos around her, “you look great. And second, I’ve been thinking about that, actually.”
Ravelina and Haribelle both turned toward Aertis, Ravelina mid-kick and pirouette, as she had spent all evening practicing her dance w
