Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181214195354

(Jester) “Bad Man? Is he mean to you? Bad people stink.” Layoka invites herself into Prad’s room, hoping onto his bed. The tiny Dhampir sits herself at the edge of the bed, her little legs hang over the edge, swinging slightly.

“There’s lots of bad people Mr.Prad. Sometimes bad people are dumb. But sometimes they’re very strong. I’ve been hurt by bad people. A Dhampir isn’t liked much amongst Vampires or humans. After I met Mama Imperia and Lord Armata, I knew lots of good people. Mama Imperia taught me to read, write and do math. Lord Armata protected me, and gave me a home here.”

“Then I met Papa Jorge. I used to be picked on, but because of Papa Jorge and Lord Armata, they taught me to stand up to bullies. Now nobody picks on me.”

“I don’t know why bad people hurt others. But I do know that good people will always be better. Good people have good friends who stick by them. Good people are surrounded by good people who love them. Good people are better because they help others and the world. Without good people, I wouldn’t be happy.” Layoka smiles at Prad.

“Papa Jorge protects me. Lord Armata watches over me. Mama Imperia teaches me. Mr.Marcus.... He almost died for me.” Layoka pauses and looks down, a tear rolls down her cheek. “I’ve seen bad people do bad bad things. But I remember the good people most. Forget that meanie bad man that you’re talking to. He probably has no friends. But you help save me. So you’re better than him, and my friend!”