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“Emera, you need to hurry up and go to temple!” Orion shouted down the hall, practically begging his sister to finish getting ready.
“Temple is stinky!” She snapped back quickly, still planted in front of her mirror weaving flowers into her long hair.
Orion rolled his eyes. “You’re the oracle,” he told her.
Emera’s brows furrowed. “Grandma is the oracle,” she corrected him. “And you and I share our duties equally.”
He tilted his head and approached her slowly. “You sound like you don’t like being an oracle,” he told her.
Her expression soured even more and tied off her hair. “It’s not like I don’t like it,” she huffed.
“You sound like you don’t like it,” he said.
Emera sighed aggressively enough to border on a scream. “Get out of my head and let’s just get to that temple,” she said, rising to her feet and heading out of their home.
“Em, you need to stop burying your feelings,” he told her.
“I’m doing no such thing,” she retorted, snatching up her staff and heading out. “I get so many bitches and you’re jealous because you smell like Stunky.”
Orion’s eye twitched. “At least you’re still the Emera I know and... Was born after,” he sighed.
“Forever and always,” she deadpanned, willing the serene expression the world wanted from her onto her face. The ever-watching clear sky above them cried out, the noise enough to shake the unfamiliar to their very core. “I’m coming, Grandma!” Emera shouted back, pointing her crescent moon staff up towards the circling Xatu with no need to look. He nodded at her and flew off, satisfied by even the disgruntled response from the girl he’d known since her infancy.
“I told you you were running late,” Orion teased.
“I’m always late,” she murmured, continuing her brisk pace. “And that Xatu knows I always will be.”
“You’re such a flake, Em,” Orion commented.
“Not as big as the flakes that fall off your stupid scalp,” she jabbed back.
“Hurtful.”
“I would hope so.”