Tally it up

Wraith Diamachi

Tally bopped him in the nose, which Wraith accepted stoically, and tried to act like nothing was wrong. Wraith wasn't buying it. He fixed her with a 'look', which she didn't even notice because she was Vitality and had gotten immediately distracted, but she did relent, releasing a torrent of words. "You can do anything you set your mind to, Tally," he told her stoutly, nudging his muzzle at her cheek gently. "Don't let anyone tell you different or try to stick you into some neat little box. You are free to do anything. Labels don't mean anything. Labels don't get you into stories. It's who you are that gets you remembered. And who you are is the shiny, dreamy little elf-light that makes the world that much brighter for the Diamachi. Anything else you choose to do is just icing." Quite the pretty little speech for Wraith, but this was his sister. He sought to curve his neck over hers to draw her close in a hug and thought a moment. "You could be a storyteller?"