My sister Nightmare Moon

  Coraline walked down the hallway from her bedroom to the kitchen, yawning with such gusto that people found strange from coming from such a tiny woman. When she finally reached said kitchen she saw her houseguest sleeping form on the floor, and noticed her note on the floor and bent down to pick it up, and noticed that something had been written on it and it was addressed to her.

Dear mistress Coraline,

We thank thee for letting a monster like us in thy humblest of homes. We shall try not to burden you with our presence. As for our name, we . . . used to have one that was not fitting.

    Coraline's mind filled with question as her face blended into a look of concern and confusion, why did her guest think herself to be a monster(?). And it did seem strange that she didn't have a name. Before she decided to make herself and her guest breakfast, she retrieved the med kit from the cabinet and attended to her guests wounds. After finishing up and putting the med kit back in place, she picked up a piece of armor that she had been on the alicorn's body, and started to study the curve and metals of the chest piece she was currently holding, raking in the craftsmanship of it.

After zoning out for a few moments, Coraline put the helmet down and began preparing breakfast and coffee for herself and her guest. Speaking of her guest, she needed a name, everyone had the right to have a name, and such right to change it if the person or equine didn't like it. Hhm, maybe she could let me give her a name? Yeah right Cora, as if an alicorn is going to let a person she just met, to give her a name. Coraline thought to herself as she tore another strip of paper off another old shopping list.

May I give you a new name, everyone deserves to have a name dear, even you,

Also, why do you think your a monster? You seem quite kind to me.

Coraline wrote, hoping that it would give her some answers to the many questions floating around in her mind. After a pleasant breakfast and a scalding hot shower, Coraline made her way to the library, feeling every worn bump and crack in bedded into the old flooring of her Victorian home. Entering the library returned her to her childhood, reminding her of the countless hours spending in local libraries, pouring over almost every book, trying to gain the knowledge of that the authors had shared throughout the world. Usually, she would head straight for her favorite chair and get started on another chapter of the book she was writing, but today she had different plans and headed over toward the second shelf that was closest to the door.

   She reached up and plucked a worn blue book off the shelf, the tittle flashing a brilliant gold, Baby Names for new Mothers. Now Coraline wasn't a mother, she couldn't, she was one of those people who spent way to much time with work. But she had saved this from her childhood and let her brother borrow it when he had announced to her that he and his wife were having a baby. Instead of starting at the very beginning, Coraline flipped to a specific page she had book marked. The page had her name on it, along with a meaning that said: Coraline, meaning smart and mysterious, a diamond in the rough. Coraline smiled at the thought of her parents going through this very book and picking it just for her, and now she was doing the same thing, but for someone she had barely just met.

Coraline flipped back to the front of the book and sat herself down in her chair, eyes analyzing every name and meaning, looking for the one that would fit. To Coraline, names had a specific meaning that should fit there person right like a favorite pair of jeans, or like a new jacket that feels like it was made just for you. For the next fifteen minutes she flipped through the A's until one caught her eye. Aurora, meaning gentle one, new beginnings, new life.

"It's perfect! She needs a new start and should start it off with a new name, she'll love it." Coraline said to herself excitedly, although in the back of her mind she pondered why she was so excited, this wasn't like choosing a name for your own child, and nor was her guest a child, actually, now that she was really, thinking about this, why in the hell was she excited? She was acting as if she was a new mother, and mother she was not, but still, she got this sort of .  .   .  happy feeling, not quite like the love of a partner, but more like,

The love of a sister.

Alright Cora, you know what's wrong, you just got a little over excited for no reason. she thought to her self as she put down the name book and picked up her notebook, and started back where she left of in her latest book.