lorelai is perched amongst a group of goobies as she stares down the diab’s gob, a guy that has been apparently mingling amongst them all along. the self-proclaimed feels herself begin to sneer as she turns her head upward with a huff. sure, she has lived amongst her friends in the atlantic, some of which *were* diabs (even though she wouldn’t admit it outloud) but that doesn’t make her feel any less right about this. she ought to make her reaction know, lorelai thinks, and i ought to do it now.
with a huff she practically kicks herself to her paws and begins striding her way over to the gob, the one that rises the sun that causes warmth to ripple by the shore and the moon which causes lorelai and the rest of her subjects to rest easily amongst the deep-sea creatures in the kelp canopy and in the marble castle she had found for herself. she shakes off the feeling of shyness, now was not the time at all for this nonsense emotion (even if it had ended in her downfall last time, two years before).
lorelai is no party-goer, she doesn't even have enough subjects in her own kingdom to throw such a useless and wasteful event. no, she has better things to do, like search for resources or other goobies to drag down and *hopefully* convert (even though it has not worked out in her favour, minus the event with lloyd. lielac does *not* count, she’s barely even present).
the agel stops and leans back on her haunches, only to stare at the gob once more. her bushy tail curls behind her and the plants amongst her hinds slowly bob up and down as if she were back in the water. but she isn’t. she does not have a place to hide, to retire, and this was her idea in the first place! why would she back down?! she wouldn’t, obviously.
she admired that gobbess. what is a queen if there was not something more extraordinary above her. lorelai lets herself think for a bit longer. the gobbess- she was like dusk and dawn itself, tied together with a string of moons and a string of power. where had she gone, why had she left them? jyster may have done everything for the goobies before her return, but lorelai cannot help but mourn the fact that she had been underneath the influence of a *diab gob* the whole time. of course she knew, she isn’t a fool, but she had no knowledge at all of the gobbess- the actual ruler of her kind.
this pushes her confidence, and lorelai finally strides up to jyster, shoving her maw in his face and desperate to just shake him about. “she will return, right?!” her voice is more desperate than intended (she didn’t wish to sound desperate or helpless at *all*, thank you very much) and she gazes at him with a fire in all of those eyes she has. “the gobbess- she must! she is much more talented than one might think! she is the other half of us! a gob who is purely a diab surely cannot wish to control both the diabs and the agels forever!”
lorelai believes herself that this is useless, but stretches out her neck more anyway to keep hissing words at him as other younger goobies scutter around and attempt to pickpocket him for his goo. “imagine how life would’ve been without her, and imagine what it can be with! you could rest, give her the sun and take the moon.” lorelai was definitely pushing something here, her bias clear as day as she continues to stare at the gob. she has never felt this close to such a powerful entity, but right now instead of looking cheeky he appears downright miserable, and lorelai feels like she may win if she keeps pushing her questions forward. “she deserves a second chance!” lorelai raises her voice, “she may have insulted those who chose your side, but for a good reason, surely! what if that were you, and all your diabs had turned and chosen her side?”
then, lorelai stops. that is what this is, isn’t it? the agel looks away, anywhere but the gob as she frowns now. was it the feeling of betrayal, or was it the feeling of jealousy? lorelai had always wished to be a favourite amongst her peers when she was younger, and remembering this, the agel backs away, but does not separate entirely from the gob. she thinks as to how they both have a child, and her nose wrinkles atop of her muzzle.
lorelai is not sympathetic to him, no. if anything she is incredibly biassed to the counterpart. and so, she picks herself up and turns away. suddenly the walls around her are way more interesting as she feels herself dry up like a sponge. she has not been away from home for so long so she sits and she thinks, looking around her to see the goobies, some of which she had never seen before.
most are departing to the right, to go to that party that was being talked about, while others pushed others away to attempt to get a word in with jyster, a goob that everyone had thought was one of them, but was in fact an entity of a whole other plane. lorelai blinks, almost in a silly matter, before she shakes out her pelt and sighs. she thinks and slowly glances over to where the party-goers were walking, talking to each other in excited voices and whispering secrets (that weren’t so much whispered, lorelai will have to go home and write these down somewhere) and she thinks. was lloyd in there somewhere? was it a good idea to go and join them?
lorelai thinks otherwise, feeling slightly miserable now at the fact that the gobbess was absent from the room, and instead it was only jyster who sat amongst gossiping goos.
and then, as if something had controlled her, she had decided that she was going home, and that she in fact did not like parties at all and the thought of going was just a thought.
