It's always the quiet ones

Perhaps Gem was different than the rest. While everyone else seemed so... boisterous, she was well, she wasn't. Preferring to spend the day sleeping or being on her own, most found her outside at night, sitting and staring at the stars. When she was awake during the day, she kept to herself. Away from the loud. Away from the racket that her siblings mustered up from deep within their bellies. She liked Selkie because Selkie was also quiet, but not like her. El was fine though El was a lot. Rainy and Sim were fun too, but almost too much fun. They always wanted to adventure and Gem didn't like adventuring too much. Hydrae, Estie, Aethon and Phobia were all so aggressive too and just... a lot. Not like El a lot, but like... sibling a lot. Gem loved her siblings, but dang they were a bit too much for her skittish nature.

Speaking of skittish nature, Gem startles when her name goes bouncing off the den walls. Both ears flick backward for a moment as she peers out from under the blanket she has herself nestled under. There Phobia was, almost seeming to be prowling around looking for her. What did he want other than to push her around? Contemplating whether she should stay hidden in her little cocoon or not, Gem waited a few minutes. Maybe he would give up. Eh, it was Phobia, giving up wasn't in his vocabulary, now was it?

Stretching out her legs as she comes to stand, the blanket slipping off of her nearly pure chimeric form, she looks toward her larger brother. "Phooobia," she calls out in her sing-song voice before leaping down from the confines of the bed and wandering over to him.