Fah'kiri, do you think Coco could take any advice from you? If so, what would you tell her?
Fah’kiri peers over at the huddled ball of sleepy human dubiously. Tired eyes glare back.
"Never forget, I control your fate."
“You don’t have the draks, girly.”
“… Shut up. I can’t think properly.”
“When can you?” With a sigh, Fah’kiri sets her fists on her hips, surveying the grumpy excuse for a creator. “First I’d tell her to try to fix her fucking sleeping schedule so she can try and get her head on straight. Then? Hmmm… Girlie needs to lighten up, she takes shit too seriously. And worries too much.”
“Hush, I’m answering the question.” She waits until the other quits grumbling before continuing. “I’d say she’s got a good heart, big as can be and made of gold, but she needs to choose who she lets in it more carefully. Needs to grow a backbone-“
“POT AND KETTLE FAH’KIRI! POT AND KETTLE!”
“Needs to grow a backbone and get rid of toxic folks in her life. Sad as it may be, these sorts of things need doing. Can’t heal if you’ve still got the poison seeping into your blood after all. Purging it hurts the worst, but then things can heal. She’s got a good head on her too, just needs to stop over thinkin-I KNOW SHUT UP- things so she can start moving forward. … Also she needs to understand that it is going to be hard going forward. Life’s rough. Some things make it worth the effort though.” She smiles and wraps the golden chain that hangs around her neck around her finger.