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She had to stop this. She was immortal, sure, but this had to be unhealthy even to her. Missing both slippers this time, the moon goddess dragged herself across Antiquity towards her sister’s portal, clutching her gut as though it had been stabbed with a pike. One of her eyes was crusted shut, and that frighteningly common trail of stiffened goo was all too present around her lips. He held in her right hand a glass of that delicious ginger and orange juice Illyd Dyll had made for her that one time - her only solace in an existence of pain. She eventually stumbled into her sister’s realm, faceplanting into the gentle, inviting grass. For a moment, she actively protested societal pressure to get up and move on like something higher and more sophisticated than trash would do. However, the resistance was eventually suppressed, and the moon goddess persevered towards her sister’s house, cursing the terrorising brightness shining from above.

[colour=lightblue]”Oreeeeey… I miss you! Your sister needs heeeelp!”[/colour]

It took only a second for a reply and it was one that oozed pure joy. [Color=gold]"GIBBOU!"[/color] her sister shouted from seemingly everywhere. In the distance a bright object shot up into the sky and made a beeline straight for her. A myriad of bright colors followed the Goddess of life as she landed before Gibbou in her new form, arms outstretched for an embrace as she approached her sister with a giant smile. 

[colour=lightblue]”AH! LOUD! OH! BRIGHT!”[/colour] screamed the plum-hued goddess and collapsed onto the ground in a fetal position. Quivering eyes braved the surroundings and locked onto the form before her. Meeting in the middle, she hugged her sister’s feet for comfort. [colour=lightblue]”Don’t scare me like that!”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Gibbou!"[/color] Oraelia quickly said, bending down and snapping her fingers. The area around them became a shadow, save for Oraelia's small glow. She then placed her hands on her sisters shoulders and poured healing into her again. [Color=gold]"Is this going to become a routine thing?"[/color] she asked playfully.

The moon goddess faced the ground in guilt. [colour=lightblue]”... I’m sorry. I just, there was this party going on down in the Azumai region, and while I kinda wanted to put all of them to sleep for, y’know, obvious reasons, they were having such a good time that I had to join in!”[/colour] She looked back up. [colour=lightblue]”But hey, you look giddy! What’s up? Did you try that exercise regimen I recommended? Feels good, right?”[/colour]

Oraelia shook her head quickly. [Color=gold]"Nope! Haven't tried it sis, I've been busy. Real busy. I created a race even! Of course Neiya helped but well she uh… She and I had a disagreement and it puzzled me for a long time until I figured out a solution! You know how she's the Goddess of Love? Have you met her? Well it doesn't matter, what does matter is that I decided to take Love too! I feel so sorry for her you know, she's obsessed with all the negative aspects of love and she showed me…"[/color] she paused for a moment as she looked away from Gibbou. [Color=gold]"It was… Mind opening and terrifying."[/color] she gulped down some air and looked back at Gibbou with a smile. [Color=gold]"I'm going to show her there is a better way. I have too."[/color]

Gibbou immediately rocketed up and grabbed Oraelia by the shoulders. [colour=lightblue]”Wait, what did she do to you?! When did she do it?! What do you mean terrifying?!”[/colour] Her face paled. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, no, did she-... Did she hurt you like she-...”[/colour] She started hyperventilated. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, no. No, no, no, no…”[/colour]

Oraelia's face contorted into worry. She immediately put her own hands on Gibbou's shoulders as well. [Color=gold]"Gibbou! Gibbou! It's okay, it's okay! I'm fine! I'm okay! I heal fast remember? See!"[/color] she showed Gibbou one of her scarred hands. [Color=gold]"I'm all better now and Genesis woke up and she's so old now and you're here and I've adopted love and everything is going to be okay!"[/color] she said quickly, her voice shakey.

Gibbou’s eyes linked up with Oraelia’s, but, like her body, were quivering in fear. [colour=lightblue]”No, no, no, NO! I should’ve told you about her! She hurt me and, and, and, and now she’s, she’s hurt you! Oraelia!”[/colour] In what almost felt like an attack, she embraced her and squeezed her close. [colour=lightblue]”My sister. My sweet, innocent, beautiful sister.”[/colour]

Oraelia was stunned for a moment, before she embraced Gibbou back. [Color=gold]"It's-it's…"[/color] she began but what followed was sobbing. Oraelia let herself be held, a bond only felt between sisters. From her chest there came a warm feeling, caring a sense of comfort and love with it. She was safe in Gibbou's embrace and Gibbou was safe in Oraelia's. She cried for a time before asking, [Color=gold]"She… Hurt you too? How?"[/color] she asked, her voice soft.

[colour=lightblue]”Ages ago, before Antiquity. She filled my head with lies and hate and fear, until I finally snapped and kidnapped all those creatures and brought them to my moon. I have never seen her since. I had hoped she had died in the past, but then Twilight came into contact with her and fell for her, her… I dunno, can it even be called charm if it’s her? I’mma say spell. Either way, that revealed to me that she was still around… And now she has gone too far.”[/colour] Gibbou rubbed her cheek against Oraelia’s scalp. [colour=lightblue]”I should’ve been there to keep you safe; to stand by you in the heat of battle… I won’t let her hurt us again.”[/colour]

Oraelia nodded but then she tilted her head. [Color=gold]"Who's Twilight?"[/color] then her eyes went wide. [Color=gold]"You… You kidnapped… Mortals?"[/color] 

Gibbou blinked. [colour=lightblue]”Wait, I didn’t tell you? Oh… Shoot.”[/colour] There was a pause. [colour=lightblue]”Yeah, I, I did that… Not my proudest moment, but I felt like I had to protect them from her, y’know, and all the other evil that happens down there at the leisure of the nutcases among us.”[/colour] She let Oraelia go and sat down opposite of her. [colour=lightblue]”They’re all safe, mind you. They’ve been asleep for two thousand years. I’ve awoken some of them through the ages, but… Yeah, I think I’mma stop doing that…”[/colour] She stared shamefully at the ground. [colour=lightblue]”You’re disappointed in me, aren’t you?”[/colour]

Oraelia sat down as well and said nothing for several moments. [Color=gold]"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed."[/color] she started, [color=gold]"But more so in myself for sleeping for two thousand years. I understand why you did it, I do and I'm glad you won't do it anymore too. But uh, yeah, she showed me the same thing more or less. I pity Neiya, Gibbou. She can feel what love is but she let's herself drown in the bad. I don't think she can really help it either."[/color] Oraelia said quietly, placing her hands in her lap.

Gibbou crawled over on all fours, sat down next to Oraelia and laid her head on her shoulder. [colour=lightblue]”... I’m… I’m not sure anyone can help her, sis. She strikes me as the type who’s always been like this. You’re you, so it’s in your nature to be sympathetic to her condition, but…”[/colour] She sighed. [colour=lightblue]”... She… She causes suffering, sis. Real bad, too! I mean, have you seen what those people in Ketrefa are up to at night?”[/colour] She gagged, and it was hard to tell whether it was fake or genuine. [colour=lightblue]”It’s traumatising.”[/colour]

Oraelia leaned her head on Gibbou's and sighed contentedly. [Color=gold]"You're right but it wouldn't be me without at least trying. She… Brought me back to my own realm after our… Discussion. I think she can be reached, deep down."[/color]

Gibbou looked unconvinced, but nodded. [colour=lightblue]”Okay… I trust you in this. If anyone can make it work, it’s you. Although…”[/colour] She looked down at her clenching and unclenching fists. [colour=lightblue]”If something should go wrong, we must be ready. Ready for anything.”[/colour] With that, she caressed Oraelia on the top of the head, guiding it away gently so her own head could straighten up. She rose, the darkness created for her following her along as her bare feet softly found their roots in the grass a few paces ahead. She looked over her shoulder and asked, [colour=lightblue]”May I summon a bit of moonlight in here?”[/colour]

Oraelia sat up and nodded. [Color=gold]"Of course sister, don't have to ask me. What are you up to?"[/color]

Gibbou nodded and reached up towards the shadows in the sky with one hand. The darkness around her swelled, and a glimpse of her moon, white and full, appeared inside the rift in the sunshine. The goddess took on a lunar glow and then lifted up her other hand. The moonlight thickened, becoming a liquid that gently flowed through the opening in the heavens, dripping down onto the moon goddess in large, crystalline droplets. The droplets melded together all over her form, covering her clothes and skin. First, she was gently raised, as the moonlight about her feet hardened and dimmed, becoming silvery sabatons with white lines following the markings on her skin underneath. Her shins followed suit, the light on the front becoming metallic plates that reach up to cover her kneecaps, while the light underneath the plate became dark and scaly like dragonskin; around the outside of her thighs formed protective platings bound by the same divine leather to protect well the veins in her legs. Around her waist, there bound itself a wide belt of holy leather, buckled with moonsteel and jeweled with moonstones. Her torso flushed with whites, silvers and greys as the light became metal harder than any on Galbar, forming a breastplate unmatched in durability and strength, stretching all around her upper body. Over her shoulders, the light became pauldrons which grew long, upwards-pointing blades that seemed more ceremonial than practical, all things considered. The light on her arms became elbow protectors, wristbands and gauntlets, while the inner layer of armour continued the leathery trend. Around her neck formed a throat guard, and her moonlight wreath combined with the moonsteel to form a horned and plumed helmet, a purple mane manifesting out of the scalp of the metal to match her skin. Finally, from underneath her shoulders, a long green and grey cloak that seemed almost to hide her entire body under the neck, engulfed her. She lifted her metalled arms, the rustling of chainmail, clank of plate and creek of leather present with her every movement. She turned to Oraelia and opened her arms wide, pushing the cloak apart to reveal her whole form for her to see. [colour=lightblue]”What do you think?”[/colour]

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Oraelia was standing now, hands covering her face. Her eyes were wide in awe as she breathed, [color=gold]"Gibbou! It's wonderful! You're so… soooooo protected! How did you come up with such an idea, it's perfect!"[/color] Oraelia gushed.

Gibbou stepped over, every step feeling like she was carrying a mountain spread out all over her body. The ring and rustle of moonlit metal followed her as she moved. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, that’ll take some time getting used to… Anyway, I’ve, y’know, always wanted to be a protector of sorts. Up until now I… Well, let’s be honest. I’ve been terrible at it.[/colour] She looked at one of her palms, clenching it into a fist to the sound of creaking leather and steel rubbing steel. [colour=lightblue]”But Neiya’s attack was the last straw. Bear witness, sister - this is the start of a new era for the two of us. I will become a protector of all life, for now I know my enemy.”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"Oh Gibbou…"[/color] Oraelia said sniffling. [Color=gold]"I'm proud of you."[/color] she said. [Color=gold]"Now hey! I could use some help in the protecting department, actually. Remember the race I mentioned earlier?"[/color] she asked.

Gibbou blinked and removed her helmet to scratch her scalp. [colour=lightblue]”The one you made with Neiya? Yeah, I remember. What about ‘em? What they need?”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"Well you see… Neiya has made war and conflict her new purpose. So when we created them, the Aiviri, she warped half of them into beings who wish to dominate and terrorize life. They are the Neiyari and mine, those who I saved from her corruption, are called the Oraeliari. I tried to give them an edge but I fear it won't be enough. They know how to defend themselves due to Neiya's influence but they are protectors of life and I think you could further help them. Give them some of that stuff or teach them how to make their own, you know?"[/color] Oraelia said. 

Gibbou’s expression darkened. [colour=lightblue]”Oh, that’s bad. That’s real bad. If Neiya’s aiming to become a matron of war and she already has servants ready to carry out that purpose, we have no time to waste!”[/colour] She conjured forth a model of Galbar using moon dust from her earlier transformation. [colour=lightblue]”Show me where they are.”[/colour]

Oraelia walked forward and looked over the map. [Color=gold]"Very pretty, Gibs."[/color] she then traced her finger before landing on the Luminant. [Color=gold]"There we are. Home sweet home for them. It tears me apart knowing that they are fighting each other down there."[/color] she said sadly.

Gibbou focused the globe into a local view, the dust shapes collapsing and reforming into trees, hills and shrubs, all surrounding a small Oraeilari camp. They looked exhausted and weak from days on the run, and their fire was small as to not draw attention. Gibbou pointed at the group. [colour=lightblue]”Are these the right ones?”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"Yes, a small number. They don't number many altogether, after the split…"[/color] she took a harder look at them. [Color=gold]"Oh those poor things. They look so hungry!"[/color] she shot up straight at that. [Color=gold]"Oh no. I forgot to teach them how to grow food for themselves! I'll have to go ask… um Illyd… Illyd! That's his name, he seemed nice."[/color]

[colour=lightblue]”Oh yeah, he’s such a great guy! We ate pie and drank tea for hours the other day. Really, there probably isn’t a better listener out there - except for you, of course,”[/colour] she ended with a smile, which contorted into a worried frown as she looked back down at the map. [colour=lightblue]”... Hmm… They’re already quite weak, I reckon, so I shouldn’t give them anything heavy. This will have to do for now, and then I’ll implant the knowledge on how to make stronger armour in their minds.”[/colour] She collected a handful of moondust and rolled it into a small pile, which she deposited on the orb. [colour=lightblue]There, that should do it,”[/colour]

Down below, the Oraeilari in the camp suddenly saw the earth in their camp part into a rift, revealing a hoard of bronze bracers and thick tunics and elbow and shin protectors of leather. They also learned in an instant how to make these items, should they ever come across the materials necessary. The source of the gifts was nowhere to be found, but above them, the moon winked a twinkle of light. 

Back in Oraelia’s realm, Gibbou blinked. [colour=lightblue]”... That felt odd. Interesting, but odd. As if a new part of me that’s never existed before just came to be.”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"Ah, as I told Genesis, you're growing up."[/color] she sniffled again. 

Gibbou stifled a snorting giggle. [colour=lightblue]”D-d’aw… Don’t say thaaat… You’ll make me feel old.”[/colour] She hung her head a little. [colour=lightblue]”... Or that I used to be less responsible. Either way, I’ll do my best in the coming years.“[/colour] She took Oraelia’s hand in her own, frowning at the inability to feel her warm, soft skin through her gauntlets. [colour=lightblue]”Tell me ahead of time when you go to see Neiya. I refuse to let her hurt you again, so I will come with you.”[/colour]

[Color=gold]"Of course, I wouldn't dream of doing it without you."[/color] Oraelia said with a soft smile.

[colour=lightblue]”Then it’s a deal.”[/colour]

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Gibbou shows up at Oraelia drunk and Oraelia heals her up and tells her she gained the love domain and what Neiya did to her. Gibbou freaks out of course and Oraelia tries to calm the situation down but it doesn’t work that well and the two end up embracing to comfort one another. Gibbou then tells her she kidnapped people and Oraelia is like ‘wow’ and then they have another heart to heart and Gibbou gains the Protection Domain, vowing to never again let her sister get hurt. She then helps out the Oraeliari and Oraelia realizes she needs to talk to IIlyd.
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Gibbou 5MP/5DP
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[*] -5MP: Acquire Domain - Protection: Not all are strong enough to keep themselves safe, and often, it's instinctive among both mortals and others to watch over those among their kin who cannot defend themselves against danger. Protection is the ward against danger and harm, exercised by anyone from those simply defending their families from hungry wolves, to a king's guards, to mercenaries hired to escort caravans through the wilderness. 

This power allows Gibbou to more easily assist mortals in bolstering defenses, provide protective artifacts and technology, and to form groups and sites around the idea of safeguarding. However, this power is strictly restricted to defense, and cannot affect something that is meant directly as an act of offense. The power may only provide the shield and the armour - the spear is left to other to provide.
[*] -1DP: Bestow a one-time gift: Provide a group of Oraeilari with 100 sets of bronze bracers, leather tunics and elbow and shin protectors. ⅕ for Armour.
[*] -1DP: Teach technology: Taught the same group of Oraeilari how to make these items, provided they should get their hands on the materials. ⅖ for Armour.
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