Answers are needed (Vice and Libelle)

[Libelle "Onyx" Ryoko - Council]

Libelle had grown into her role of being the Drake Empress; her species was one that was rare but there were enough of them that followed her. Becoming a leader had been utterly hard on her mainly because she didn’t view herself as one. Yet when her people needed her she stepped up to help them. She had learned through that time who had started the banisher groups the people that feared the Drakes so desperately it made no sense to her. Why would the sanguine family of Dracula fear her people enough to create the banishers. Well that wasn’t all true the Banishers were created to destroy the Dragons. Causing her Great uncle to fuse their souls with the riders. So the Drakes were born. Yet the death of her uncle by a banisher caused the drakes to run in fear.

That Fear was still inside of the Drakes anytime one gets close to another. There was always that fear that man or woman you were falling in love with could be the person who is just there to end your life. So when Libelle learned of the bloodline that created the banishers was still around her curiosity was piqued. She found herself watching the children of the bloodline. Wondering which one would be the weakest of them. Wondering who she could take, part of her wanted revenge after all these people were the reason her great uncle and her father were dead in a way. She landed on one, she didn’t know her name but she knew she could easily take her. She seemed to be the one who was alone a lot.

So Libelle watched her leave going for her evening walk. Libelle fell into the walk behind her after a moment. As she gained space between them, and no one else was around she let her sleep gas pass her lips and blew it in the direction of the woman. As she watched the woman waver she moved in and caught her before she fell to the ground. Libelle ran her finger against the woman's neck to feel her breathing before moving to hold her to her side. She made the short distance to the home she had been in at that moment. Once in the home she placed the woman on the ground and locked chains around her that had been blessed so she couldn’t break the bounds of the chains easily. She moved sitting in a chair and waited for her to wake from the knockout gas.

[Vice]

A silence simmered into the air. Artemis didn't say anything to Libelle's comment about Vega. Instead, she cast a knowing look her way because she had just said the same thing in so many words. Nor did she re-explain why they were here. She had answered. But at some point, she knew she would need to just show Libelle.

And so, silence.

Artemis squatted and buried her hand into the warm sand. A frown flipping her pleasant features. Lifting her hand and watching the sand seep through the gaps between her fingers. Why this beach? It had always been her question to The Wind. But her intrigue with the question grew at Libelle's words on knowing the beach. She tutted her tongue against her teeth to represent a laugh. “This is the beach I met The Wind on.” She rose and brushed off her hands. But decided not to continue her explanation. It would probably make things more confusing. and it wasn't the story they were here to get.
She was a second away from leading Libelle to where they should be going when the scene changed. Artie glared upwards for a second. In a silent complaint to The Wind for taking them off course. “Mine.” She said matter of factly as The Wind nudged her like an annoying sibling or friend. “But I think there may be something here you need to come to terms with or get closure for. Since The Wind was insistent on bringing us here.” Artie seemed slightly annoyed by The Wind suddenly but still smiled at Libelle. Eventually, she sat at the bar. Watching little Libelle and her mother. Trying to figure out why they were being shown this. Then realizing maybe her presence was unimportant. Artemis being there was probably neither here nor there.

And so she sat in silence once again.

[Libelle "Onyx" Ryoko - Council]

✧ Answers are needed ✧

Gypsy, always shrouded in mystery, their actions keeping one perpetually on edge. As the warmth of the beach caressed her skin, she felt an urge to bask in its comforting embrace, unlike the bitter chill of England that she had grown accustomed to. "You met the wind? I thought it was an inherited gift," she remarked, a furrow of confusion knitting her brow. "When did this encounter happen?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued as she reached for the drake.


Scanning the surroundings for her mother, a gnawing sensation twisted in her stomach, memories of her mischievous younger self resurfacing. She recalled the time when, as a child, she had tossed a bottle containing a stink bomb, much to her mother's dismay, who then had to apologize to the departing patrons. "I was quite the troublemaker," she sighed, watching her mother diligently clean up the mess while scolding her younger self.


"Libby, clear out the stench, I can't afford to lose this job!" Ameila pleaded.


"Oh, come on, Momma, it was just a joke!" Libby huffed, begrudgingly complying with her mother's instructions and dispersing the foul gas.


"She endured so much from me, only for me to be unable to save her. I was powerless," older Libby lamented, tears welling in her eyes as she glanced towards Artie. The scene shifted, revealing how the townsfolk ostracized Libby, avoiding her until all she had left was her mother. As her mother's death approached, the tears flowed more freely. "I could never be as nurturing a mother as she was. What if I fail to help my own children, as she always tried to help me?"


Brushing away the tears, she watched her mother as she wrote in her journal before concealing it from Libby's prying eyes. Then came the snake, and her mother fell ill. Artie witnessed the heart-wrenching moment when Libelle, in a desperate attempt to save her mother, inadvertently petrified her. "I wish I had known about the diary. I would love to have it, to read her thoughts, to have something of hers," she sniffled, turning to Artie as they reappeared on the beach.