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Oraelia hummed a somber tone as she held Genesis in her arms. The young goddess was fast asleep after a morning of fruitful playing. Now she carried her inside to take a nap. She couldn't help but smile at the notion of a small child God asleep and needing a nap, but there she was. A precious gem in the pool of life. There were many rooms within the house and Oraelia had let Genesis pick a room when they first explored its depths. She of course picked the room with the most windows and that was where Oraelia put her down to rest. A soft bed was hers, and Oraelia placed a gentle kiss on her forehead after covering her in a light blanket. The girl muttered something under her breath as she smiled.

Oraelia left the room, cracking the door and descended down into a lounging room. Decorated with plants and plush furniture. She sat down in a chair, sinking into its depths with a relaxed smile. She let her consciousness wander, never straying to sleep. She couldn't sleep, never again. She had so much on her mind, there was so much to do and she had to figure out who the culprit was behind all of these creatures of the night. She had her guess, but didn't know why or perhaps she didn't want to believe it to be true. 

[Color=gold]"Oh Gibbou… Did I fail you too?"[/color] she asked herself softly, holding her head in her hands. She had to stop feeling sorry for herself. It wasn't healthy and did nothing to help the world. She looked back up and sighed.

A presence bumped into her mind like a clay brick. [colour=lightblue]”Hey, sis, uhm… Got, got a good cure for headaches?”[/colour]

Oraelia was surprised to hear her sister. She narrowed her brow and answered. [Color=gold]"Headaches? Why would you have a headache?"[/color] she asked concerned.

[colour=lightblue]”... Long story,”[/colour] came a sour gurgle. [colour=lightblue]”You busy? I don’t feel well enough to leave my moon…”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"I just put Genesis to sleep so I'm not terribly busy but I would hate to leave her here for too long. It makes me anxious to think about it."[/color] Oraelia confessed. [Color=gold]"I could heal you if you come here."[/color] she said, standing up.

There came a groan that grinded at the walls of Oraelia’s mind. [colour=lightblue]”... Okaaaayy…”[/colour] The presence then disappeared. Oraelia sighed and sat back down. She rubbed her brow wondering how on Galbar a God could get a headache.

An hour or so later, Gibbou slumped in through the portal, looking like a cold, swampy night. The hefty presence of the sun burning at her eyes didn’t seem to help much either, and her shirt had manifested a hood fashioned from the midnight sky, which was pulled as far over her head as possible. With shuffling feet, she dragged herself towards the house, droning agonizingly all the way.

Upon seeing her sister through the window, Oraelia went outside and waited for her on the steps. She couldn't help but smirk at the appearance of Gibbou. [Color=gold]"My oh my you poor thing. What happened to you?"[/color] she asked walking over to her.

[colour=lightblue]”Poor decisions happened, sis. Very poor decisions.”[/colour] Her usually bare feet had been stuffed inside midnight slippers with small bats on them. The bags under her eyes could have carried a grain harvest. She shuffled into the closest shadow and sat herself down with her face in between her knees. [colour=lightblue]”Ugh… My heeeaad…”[/colour]

Oraelia sat down next to her, flicking her hand to have the sun's light avoid the area. Oraelia was the only source of light in the dark. [Color=gold]"Come here you."[/color] she said, rubbing her sister's back as she poured her healing powers into Gibbou. The moon goddess purred as her sister’s magic alleviated the pain and stress on her body left over from exposure to gruesomely opulent celebrations and ungodly amounts of godly alcohol. She slowly laid herself backwards against her sister’s chest, resting her hooded head against her chin and neck with a relieved sigh.

[colour=lightblue]”Thank you, sis. You really are the best.”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"I try."[/color] Oraelia said, rubbing Gibbou's arm. [Color=gold]"How have you been? Besides the whole headache."[/color] she asked softly.

[colour=lightblue]”It’s weird, y’know… Experiencing actual contact with people again,”[/colour] she replied as though Oraelia hadn’t said anything. [colour=lightblue]”I was sure I had gone completely off the rails after one thousand years, and then again when that portal opened and, and I, uh… I got to meet people again.”[/colour] She looked up at her sister and blinked. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, sorry, I got carried away. Did you say something?”[/colour]

She shook her head, not wishing to damper her sister's low spirits further. She squeezed Gibbou. [Color=gold]"We should look to the future, sis. The past is… Difficult and the decisions we've made in the past can always be changed in the present."[/color] she said cryptically, but knowing what she meant.

[colour=lightblue]”Hmm…”[/colour] droned Gibbou for a reply; there was a hint of knowingness in her voice, though it was clear she wasn’t keen on acknowledging it. She shuffled up a bit, pulling down her hood and then laying her soft, blue hair back down against her sister’s shoulder. [colour=lightblue]”You doing okay nowadays? We haven’t spoken for a bit.”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"I've been…"[/color] she started, looking off into the distance. [Color=gold]"I have good and bad days. I've been helping those that need it on Galbar and I'm learning a lot. I just wish I could do more."[/color] she said.

Gibbou stared emptily into the distance. [colour=lightblue]”Well, y’know… Can’t help everyone all the time.”[/colour] She picked some gravel off the ground and flicked lazily, stone by stone, at the ground by her feet. [colour=lightblue]”Wishing you could do more’s always good, though. Shows dedication.”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"Dedication, yeah…"[/color] she said her heart beginning to beat faster as she wandered if it was the right time to talk about what gnawed on her. There was only one way to find out, else it would consume her. [Color=gold]"I've uh… Seen these things down on Galbar… The mortals call them many things but one name stands out most. I think it was trolls?"[/color] she said.

Gibbou’s skin immediately grew moist as a layer of cold sweat flushed over her. She swallowed. [colour=lightblue]”Y-yeah. C-crazy world, right?”[/colour]

[Color=gold]Gibbou…"[/color] Oraelia gulped, feeling the sweat forming on her sister. [Color=gold]"Please, tell me the truth, I'm not angry I just want to know if you created them."[/color] she pleaded, her voice shakey as her best faster.

The moon goddess visibly shrank down, pulling her legs closer to herself again defensively. [colour=lightblue]”... I…”[/colour] She took a deep breath. [colour=lightblue]”It’s been a while now since that time.”[/colour]

Oraelia breathed out through her nose and sank back. [Color=gold]"I know Gib, I know. I was aloof when we were on Galbar and now everything feels so out of place."[/color] she said, not knowing what else to say.

Slowly, Gibbou pushed herself away from Oraelia, turning to face her instead, except that her eyes were looking everywhere else than at Oraelia herself. She wrapped her arms around her knees, which by now were pulled all the way to her chest. [colour=lightblue]”I didn’t know they would turn out like this… All trolls except for one lineage have caused so much pain and sorrow that I don’t think I’ll… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to atone on their behalf.”[/colour] She paused. [colour=lightblue]”But then again… How do you punish something you made yourself? In the end, they’re mine, and despite how mean they were to me, I…”[/colour]

Oraelia looked upon Gibbou as she went to her knees, placing her hands upon her thighs. She waited for Gibbou to say more, wanting her sister, more than ever, to talk to her. 

[colour=lightblue]”I don’t wanna change them,”[/colour] she eventually whispered guiltily. She snickered quietly. [colour=lightblue]”Some protection goddess I am.”[/colour]

Oraelia said nothing, weighing Gibbou's words carefully. She then spoke after a time, her voice soft. [Color=gold]"Our creations are like children to us. At least, perhaps some view it that way. I see Lucia as my child and I would never want to change her either. But I don't think that necessarily means I shouldn't offer her guidance or tell her if something she did was wrong. I know I wasn't there for her for a long time, and I wasn't there for you when you could have used someone to lean on. I just… I don't know. I enjoy life, I do but sometimes I catch myself remembering the day we first came to be and how happy we were together. Those were simpler times, weren't they?"[/color] she said, looking down.

With a somber whimper, Gibbou nodded. 

She scooted closer to Gibbou. [Color=gold]"I guess what I'm trying to say is that we shouldn't change what we've made, but offer tools so that they can change themselves. So they can grow and learn to be better. I'm not sure if that's what you want, but if you do, I'll help you Gibbou. Because that's what sisters are for. We're supposed to help one another in the rough patches after all."[/color] Oraelia said, as she sniffled.

Gibbou still refused to look her sister in the face. Her feet would do. [colour=lightblue]”I just… How could the trolls learn to be better? Only one of them even thinks about the good of others.”[/colour] She sighed, then snickered. [colour=lightblue]”... The draugs are really sweet, actually.”[/colour]

She scrunched her nose, stopping short of Gibbou. [Color=gold]"I'm not sure of the top of my head, but perhaps a solution can be found within the Draugs?"[/color] she asked thoughtfully.

[colour=lightblue]”What do you mean?”[/colour]

[color=gold]”You said it yourself, sis. Draugs are sweet and they think about the good of others. If we can find out why, then we might be able to show the other trolls a better way.”[/color] Oraelia said with hope in her eyes. 

Gibbou frowned. [colour=lightblue]”I, uh, I don’t know if the mean behaviour is learned, necessarily. The, the other three trolls have sort of, y’know, been mean from the start - I don’t think anything made them that way, necessarily, but… Maybe they’re just like that.”[/colour] She sighed. [colour=lightblue]”We might be able to convince one or two… Maybe. More than that, though? Doubt it.”[/colour]

Oraelia scrunched her nose and sat back across from GIbbou. [color=gold]”Worth a shot I suppose.”[/color] was all she said. Her attempts didn’t seem to be working. Was she that out of touch with Gibbou? Was her approach wrong? Or did her sister simply not think it possible in the slightest? Perhaps her own standards were far too high. 

[color=gold]”I… I finally found Lucia, sis.”[/color] Oraelia began, looking to the floor. [color=gold]”In a small village of sorts, captured by human ‘raiders’, to be taken as a slave. She had help and escaped…”[/color] her voice grew smaller, [color=gold]”Then they killed all the raiders.”[/color]

Gibbou blinked. [colour=lightblue]”Sunlight, is she alright?! I mean--... Is she okay? No wounds or anything? Is she safe now?”[/colour]

[color=gold]”She was perfectly sound actually…”[/color] Oraelia said, looking at Gibbou. [color=gold]”She just showed me that any being has the capacity for cruelty. I didn’t have the heart to snoop through all of her memories of the last two thousand years, I don’t know if I could bear to see what else befell her in my absence. We talked after it was all done and she’s never been better, now that I’ve returned. She’s just… Grown and she has tattoos all over her body.”[/color] she blinked. [color=gold]”I almost forgot… I never even told you about her. I’m sorry for that. That's something that shouldn’t be just left to tell for another time. How did you two meet anyway? You seem familiar with the name.”[/color]

[colour=lightblue]”Phew, that’s a relief, but shouldn’t expect less from my niece, your daughter.”[/colour] Gibbou smiled softly and loosened the grip about her knees. [colour=lightblue]”We ran into each other some time before the, y’know, bad times. She’s really sweet, sis. I wish I had my own like that.”[/colour] She scrunched her nose. [colour=lightblue]”Shame she had to run into -those- kinds of mortals. You, uh, you see a few of those at night.”[/colour] Her eyes suddenly stared emptily beyond the horizon.
 
[color=gold]”Yeah, you could alwa- Hey, what’s wrong?”[/color] Oraelia suddenly asked, a concerned look on her face. 

Gibbou’s pale eyes blinked over to her sister. [colour=lightblue]”The night’s my favourite time of day… And also terrible. It just seems like a time when, y’know, mortalkind just figures out that they should do bad stuff. Like, who robs someone in daylight? Not even night elves do - ‘cuz they’re blind in the day.”[/colour] She sighed. [colour=lightblue]”Sometimes, I just wish they didn’t save all the mischief for my time of day, y’know?”[/colour]

[color=gold]”Oh… Yeah I understand that. There’s comfort in the night, where it’s harder to see and that makes people feel… Feel like they can do whatever they want when the sun isn’t up.”[/color] Oraelia sighed and then gave a small smile her sister’s way. [color=gold]”But I am fortunate enough to know that night is a time of peace and relaxation. Not all mortals do terrible things at night. Most just sleep.”[/color] 

[colour=lightblue]”Yeah… Yeah, most just sleep. Unless you count nocturnals, but they’re really nice company, actually. Speaking of which, actually…”[/colour] Gibbou clapped her hands together and when she parted them, a small, beige cat with black spots and paws appeared in her lap, looking around with large, round eyes. [colour=lightblue]”This is Minnie. She’s particularly sweet to me. I decided last night to put a bunch of her likeness down on Mydia.”[/colour]

Oraelia’s eyes went wide at the small cat, and she crouched forward, fascinated by the small lifeform. [color=gold]”Gibbou!”[/color] she said quietly with excitement. [color=gold]”She’s soooo beautiful and so tiny!”[/color] Oraelia gushed with a wide smile on her face. 

[colour=lightblue]”Right? I’ve been making lots of bats and owls and mushrooms, -but- I have overlooked the cats! How can the night not have cats? Or, well, I mean, I made shadow tigers, I guess.”[/colour] She gave Minnie a scratch behind the ear - the cat looked not at her, but at some chirping birds in a nearby tree. [colour=lightblue]”I just love these little babies. So fuzzy and cute.”[/colour] Minnie bounced from her lap and entered into the tall grass. [colour=lightblue]”H-hey, Minnie! It’s not safe in the sunlight! Your eyes’ll get burned!”[/colour]

Oraelia, seeing her sister’s plea, stretched her hand and the sunlight disappeared around Minnie. She walked in a small bubble of shadow towards the tree and Oraelia couldn’t help but laugh as the absurd cuteness. Little Minnie climbed the tree in complete and utter silence, snatching one of the birds while the sudden shift from day to night confused its senses. Gibbou scrunched her nose. [colour=lightblue]”Sorry about that.”[/colour]

[color=gold]”Don’t worry about it.”[/color] Oraelia said, scooching herself over to the side of Gibbou. She leaned her head on her sister’s shoulder and gave a small, relaxed sigh. [color=gold]”Genesis misses you. She’s very adamant about getting more moon makeup.”[/color]

[colour=lightblue]”Yeah. I’ll drop by and say hi to her, too, some time. Not like there’s too much else to do during the day, after all.”[/colour] She pursed her lips and frowned, looking away sheepishly. [colour=lightblue]”Say, Orey? How, uh… How do you feel about punishing mortals for bad deeds?”[/colour]

[color=gold]”I…”[/color] Oraelia began, thinking on the question. [color=gold]”I guess it depends on the crime. I’ve never punished a mortal, so I don’t really know.”[/color] 

In a small voice, Gibbou mumbled, [colour=lightblue]”If, uh… If they killed someone in the name of ambition? How, uh… How would you react to that?”[/colour]

[color=gold]”Ambition huh? Like, killing someone they know for power? Well… Murder is a fairly henious crime, at least in my eyes. I once made a blanket that reverts who wears it to their most innocent self. The man, who murdered out of false love, became a baby… Oh, so I guess I have punished a mortal before.”[/color] she said. [color=gold]”But now that I’ve seen what mortals are capable of… I don’t think making them into babies is a proper solution. Ugh… I tried to find a proper solution that avoided killing them outright, but now? I’m not so sure. I guess I would try to find some punishment that fit accordingly. Perhaps blindness? The sun never warming them?”[/color] she paused again thinking about what Lucia had gone through, a small bit of anger bubbling up inside of her. [color=gold]”Or imprison them for all eternity in some place, doing some task that they can never escape from. A curse… Maybe even death. Why do you ask, anyhow?”[/color] she finally said quietly. 

Gibbou looked relieved at the response. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, that’s good. See, that’s what I did! They’re called vampires - result of killing for your ambitions. Gave ‘em the worst of punishments. That sort of thing just ain’t right.”[/colour]

From where her head rested on Gibbou’s shoulder, Oraelia narrowed her eyes slightly. [color=gold]”Vampires?”[/color] she said the word aloud, [color=gold]”What exactly is the punishment, Gibbou?”[/color] she asked.

Gibbou shrugged. [colour=lightblue]”Figured a tragic fate should befall those insolent enough to kill for their ambition, so they’ll turn into vampires! They wanted power? Oh, they’ll get power. Makes them super strong and super fast - oh, and immortal, too. All they gotta do is drink so much blood as one of their own size would contain - every day. Oh, but don’t worry, sis, they won’t appear during the day. If the sun touches them, they die. Instantly.”[/colour] Gibbou raised a thumb and nodded. [colour=lightblue]”That’s the gist, anyway.”[/colour]

Oraelia sat up slowly, looking at Gibbou with a blank expression. [color=gold]”Gibbou… They have to drink blood? Who’s blood?”[/color] she asked softly. 

Gibbou frowned. [colour=lightblue]”Blood of their own, of course. They gotta regret what they’ve done, after all.”[/colour]

[color=gold]”Blood of their own? Other vampires?”[/color] she asked quickly. 

[colour=lightblue]”No, of their own species,”[/colour] Gibbou replied.

Oraelia frowned. [color=gold]”So to punish them… You made them hunger for blood? Blood that could belong to innocent people?”[/color] she folded her arms across her chest. 

Gibbou blinked. [colour=lightblue]”... Well, when you put it like that, of course it sounds bad…”[/colour] She mirrored Oraelia’s gesture.

[color=gold]”How else could it be put, dear?”[/color] Oraelia sighed. She sounded neither angry or upset, but rather confused.

[colour=lightblue]”It’s preventative - the thought of killing innocents is bad, right? If people realise they gotta do it for their ambition, they might think twice, y’know? Plus, most don’t even live that long! They die the instant they walk into sunlight.”[/colour]

[color=gold]”Gibbou… The type of person who would kill someone for their ambition, probably won’t think twice of killing to sustain themselves. And if they survive to realize the sun could kill them? Then what?”[/color]

[colour=lightblue]”Well, those who do that will be smart enough to realise that killing people isn’t how you keep power, won’t they?”[/colour] asked Gibbou and shrugged. [colour=lightblue]”The curse roots out the senseless murderers and, well, those who understand that the path to staying in power is paved with cooperation, will persist. I think that was my resonnement, anyway.”[/colour]

Oraelia was visibly taken aback by her response. [color=gold]”You seem so… Relaxed over this entire ordeal.”[/color] Oraelia said, staring into her eyes. [color=gold]”And now you’re defending the smart ones who remain in power, as if, when threatened with survival or death, they wouldn’t act irrationally to save themselves. Like drinking blood isn’t an invasive procedure. Would you want your blood drank Gibbou? Have your arteries punctured, have your blood stolen?”[/color] Oraelia said.

Gibbou’s frown darkened. [colour=lightblue]”Look, sorry if I seem ‘relaxed’, whatever that means, but mortals do worse things to each other, and this is an effective way to get rid of the majority of these criminals. Oh, sure, one or two gets away, but what are one or two to a thousand?”[/colour] She blinked at her own tone and looked away. [colour=lightblue]”Sorry. I  overreacted.”[/colour]

Oraelia reeled away, shock on her face. [color=gold]”This isn’t…”[/color] Oraelia whispered, [color=gold]”Gibbou… I-I don’t understand how you could even say that. Even if one or two survive… That’s still a threat to innocent people. People who live peaceful lives, who respect nighttime for what it is. Sleep, peace, relaxation. Your night, Gibbou. You’ve put them in danger. Did you even think about how it would affect other people?”[/color]

[colour=lightblue]”Of course, I thought about it! The night -is- dangerous, Oraelia - way worse than the day. It’s when animals hunt, murderers kill, and now, when vampires feast. As I said, most vampires -will- die as soon as they walk out into the day, and their very existence will stop more from appearing, once mortals realise what makes a vampire. They are unsustainable creatures, Oraelia, just as intended.”[/colour] She took a deep breath. [colour=lightblue]”Life sleeps at night for a reason - it’s so they can be blind to the horrors that thrive in its darkness.”[/colour]

[color=gold]”Is that what you want, sister?”[/color] Oraelia asked, straightening her back, trying to hide the pain in her eyes and her voice. [color=gold]”This isn’t you, Gibbou. I don’t know what happened to you over those two thousand years, I wish I did. I wish I had been there for you! But this… This isn’t you.”[/color] she said, a tear falling down her cheek. [color=gold]”I was there when that small bat died within your hands, and how horrified you were. How we both promised to protect life. Me in the day, you in the night. Don’t you remember?”[/color]

Gibbou rose to her feet. [colour=lightblue]”Of course, I remember! Not a day goes by when I don’t think about that promise. It’s in my essence, Orey.[/colour] She turned away. [colour=lightblue]”But… Protection isn’t all sunshine, y’know. You gotta make compromises, set examples…”[/colour] She then collapsed back down and put her face in her hands. [colour=lightblue]”... Wrestle non-stop with past mistakes…”[/colour]

Oraelia stood up and walked over to her sister. She looked down at her, afraid to reach out, hesitant to ask anymore of her. But Gibbou was her sister, and the words they exchanged frightened her. So she sank to her knees beside Gibbou, and tentatively placed a hand upon her back. [color=gold]”I… Shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry, Gibbou.”[/color]

Gibbou sighed into her knees. [colour=lightblue]”No, no… You’re right. I’m an awful guardian.”[/colour] Whimpers escaped the lid of hands over her face.

Oraelia once again said nothing. Contemplating her words carefully. [color=gold]”Oh Gibs, you’re not awful. I think the problem is that you have been alone for so long, and these issues that you’ve faced before and during my absence, have festered in your mind, growing and growing until now. You’re eating yourself up, Gibbou and it’s breaking my heart. I know how you feel about yourself, sister. I’ve seen the glances, the looks of doubt, how you look at me with such awe… I’ve always looked at you with awe Gibbou. I’ve always thought of you as my sister first, and my best friend second. But you continue to beat yourself up over this lack of self, when there is no need to and I know this all might just sound unhelpful coming from me, but I mean it Gibbou. You have to see that. You have to see that my sunlight, only works with you.”[/color] she said tearfully. [color=gold]”I love you, and I want you to be your best Gibbou. It’s okay to make mistakes, we all make mistakes, we just have to know when to own up to them, and fix them. No matter if they are hard, or easy. We have to try.”[/color]

Gibbou was completely taken aback by her sister’s words, and she slowly raised her face from her palms, quartz tears rushing down her cheeks like liquid glass. Without saying anything, she pounced forward, locking her arms around her sister’s back and pressing her crying face into her stomach, unleashing a deep-seeded, heartbreaking wail. 

Oraelia wasted no time hugging her sister tightly, letting her own tears flow silently as she comforted Gibbou. [color=gold]”I love you so, so much Gibbou.”[/color] she said warmly, beginning to lovingly stroke her sister’s head. 

The moon goddess curled her legs up against her chest. [colour=lightblue]”B-buh… But how do I… I’vuh, I’ve made so many mistakes, though! H-how, how, how do I fix them all?”[/colour] she sulked through the sobs.

[color=gold]”Shh shh, breath Gibbou.”[/color] Oraelia started. [color=gold]”You start small, slowly working your way to the larger ones. There’s no need to rush into them without a level head and a plan, sis.”[/color] she replied. 

Gibbou rubbed her wet face against her sister’s skin. [colour=lightblue]”Uh, uh-huh? Okay… [i]Ssssssniff![/i]... I can work with that… Okay… Okay, I have something.”[/colour]

Oraelia began to rub Gibbou’s back. [color=gold]”Good, and what might that be?”[/color] she asked softly. 

[colour=lightblue]”I’ll, uh… I’ll give those attacked by trolls something to fight back with - guardians of a sort, and… No, wait, no, no, no… The trolls were supposed to be guardians and, and… I’ll mess it up again, for sure![/colour] 

[color=gold]”Thinking like that, you will. Be confident in your powers and be assertive Gibbou. You can do it, I know you can.”[/color] Oraelia cooed. [color=gold]”I can be your side anytime and anywhere, just like when we created the [i]Hir[/i]. We did it together. I can help you Gibbou, but you have to be the one that takes charge.”[/color]

The moon goddess took a series of deep breaths. [colour=lightblue]”Okay, okay, I’ll try. I… Will make guardians… But I will make guardians out of the mortals who fight trolls. They, they won’t be so strong as to wipe them out, but, but they can at least help those who suffer at their hands.”[/colour] She took a breath. [colour=lightblue]”I suppose I can also add responsibility for taking out vampires that get really powerful… A sort of… Nightwatch...”[/colour]

Oraelia nodded her head in agreement. [color=gold]’That’s a wonderful idea, Gibbou. And you said Vampires die in the sun and I know trolls act about the same, so maybe I can offer this Nightwatch my blessing for solar weapons. Lucia has a similar ability, that I’m sure she’s put to good use. I’ll ask her about it!”[/color] she said.  

Gibbou looked up with a weak smile. [colour=lightblue]”Y-yeah… Yeah, that’d be cool, I suppose.”[/colour]

[color=gold]”What’s wrong? Bad idea?”[/color] Oraelia asked, raising an eyebrow. 

[colour=lightblue]”No! No, not at all! Just… Just happy that you’re here and that we’re, y’know, making stuff together again.”[/colour] Gibbou nuzzled herself ever closer to Oraelia. [colour=lightblue]”I’ve just really missed my big sis, y’know. She’s the one I love the most in this world, after all.”[/colour]

Oraelia teared up again. [color=gold]”O-Oh!”[/color] she said, crying happily. [color=gold]”I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. Never again.”[/color] she said, squeezing her tightly as she rubbed her head on Gibbou’s. Gibbou closed her eyes and drew a peaceful breath.

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We begin this post on a cute note with Oraelia putting Genesis down for a nap. Oraelia then ruminates some, before Gibbou contacts her with a headache asking for a cure. Oraelia says come on over and Gib does. She then heals her ailments and the two discuss things, eventually coming to trolls. Oraelia asks many questions, not angry just wanting to know why her sister created them and Gibbou tells her, and says she doesn’t really know but doesn’t want to change them. They come to a small agreement about it and continue on talking, Gibbou eventually asking Oraelia about how she views punishments. Oraelia says she would probably do it to those who deserve it and then Gibbou drops that she created vampires.

This starts a small disagreement, with the two going back and forth. It ends with Oraelia asking if Gibbou remembered their promise. To which Gibbou says not a day goes by she doesn’t think about it and says she’s an awful protector. Oraelia apologizes and says she’s not awful, just letting all her problems weigh her down. Oraelia and Gibbou then have a heart to heart that I won’t spoil and we end on a happy note. 
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Gibbou 1MP/0DP
-1MP: Make black-footed cats a thing on Mydia. Black-footed cats are nocturnal cats that, somehow, make for the most lethal cats in the world, with a 60% success rate on their hunts. Thankfully, they are tiny, weighing a kilo at the most. Unless you’re a mouse, gerbil or bird, you have nothing to fear.
End Gibs: 0MP/0DP
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