Ruby, the youngest but most "wise" (according to herself), stood at the kitchen counter with a cup of steaming cocoa, wearing a robe covered in tiny constellations. Her peach hair was pulled into a lopsided bun, and a smudge of charcoal still lingered on her cheek from last night's art project.
"Ruby," Meco huffed, barging into the room with a tablet under her arm and goggles pushed up into her wild, dark hair. "Why can't you just imagine me a working molecular stabilizer? I've been trying to repair my lab's prototype for days."
"Because, Meco," Ruby said with a yawn, "you can't learn anything if I just imagine it fixed. And Mom and Dad said imagination is for meaningful, world-saving stuff. Not your gadgets."
Meco groaned. "I am trying to save the world, my world. It's called Science. You wouldn't understand."
Just then, Sunflower burst through the balcony door in a whirlwind of curls, wearing a velvet jumpsuit that didn't quite agree with the heat. Her afro, bright white and full, bounced with each dramatic step.
"I tried putting on my compression leggings this morning," she gasped. "I swear I pulled a muscle in my thigh and now my butt's fighting the fabric like it owes it money."
Ruby took another sip. "That sounds like a you problem."
"Exactly," Sunflower pointed. "And you could've made my outfit stretch with your powers. You're literally made for this!"
Meco "I totally agree wiht you big sis, our baby sis is being a bit selfish" she snarks
Ruby rolled her eyes. "I am not your magical fashion genie or your sceince wizard."
Valkress, the oldest and most intense of the four, came marching down the stairs in full Olympian gear, armor, glowing eyes, and everything. Half of her hair shimmered white like snowfall, the other half black as ink. Her golden sandals clanked against the metal floor as she arrived in all her radiant, curvy glory.
"I have a mission today. I need you to imagine me a cloak that doesn't ride up when I fly," she declared. "The last one nearly flashed a wind god."
"You mean Zephore?" Sunflower teased. "Was he impressed?"
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"Shut it," Valkress growled, though a smile tugged at her lips.
Ruby sighed. "Do any of you actually understand what Dad and Mom taught us? Imagination is sacred. It's for healing, for protection, for creating hope. Not for making anti-chafing boots, Sunflower. Or unbreakable cloaks, Valkress. Or lab shortcuts, Meco."
"You're 27," Meco argued, poking her peach-haired sister with the tablet. "Why do you still need permission from Dad to use your own gift?"
Ruby paused. Her cocoa steamed silently.
"Because..." she mumbled. "Because every time I don't ask permission, I end up making something that turns into a soul-gnawing cloud monster or accidentally sends Grandma's pie into orbit. Imagination's not just drawing. It's alive. I'm not just making things—I'm willing them into being. There's a difference."
The room fell into thoughtful silence. And then—
"Okay," Sunflower said. "But like... what if you just imagined me some jeans that don't give me muffin top? I swear I'm between sizes and it's a crime."
"Absolutely not," Ruby replied.
"Please?" Meco added. "What if we built an entire new logic-based wardrobe system where clothing adjusts to emotions?"
"That's cursed energy waiting to happen," Ruby said, squinting.
Valkress raised a hand. "Just one cloak. One. With butt coverage., look you doj't need to be scared of mom and dad technically tehy are both old"
"Nope."
Suddenly—
Shhhhhh-KRACK.
The metallic hiss of a soda can opening snapped them all into silence. Heads turned slowly toward the kitchen doorway, where she stood.
Moco.
Their mother.
Wearing a yellow robe, hair tousled like she'd just battled a thunderstorm in her sleep, and probably won. Her hips swayed like royalty, one slipper barely hanging onto her foot. She gave her daughters a long, slow look. The kind of look that could collapse empires.
"...Whats wrong with all of you" she said with a yawn, though her voice still had the weight of judgment day.
All four daughters froze.
Moco's appearance began to change, her skin turnt warm and her Dragon ears grew, a reminder her power was connected to her annoyance. She looked up at the cieling "oh, I see" Moco let out a big sigh, "Girls, don't force your baby sister to use her power if she doesn't want to."
Valkress "Mom i think you're transforming"
Moco "Yeah that happens sometimes on it's own"
"Ruby's cocoa nearly slipped from her hands. Meco's tablet dimmed from fear. Sunflower slowly tried to suck in her gut. Valkress looked like she just lost an Olympic medal.
Moco squinted, then cracked a tiny smile and lifted the unopened soda in her hand.
"Ruby baby, help your mother."
Ruby sighed. "Mother I shouldn't use my powers for something like this......"
The emtire house shook, a dark aura eminated from Moco "Do like your mother asked"
Moco downed the entire can in one long, glorious gulp. The sisters watched in awe, like they were witnessing a myth unfold. Then she slammed the empty can down on the counter like a warhammer.
"Love you all," she muttered, turning with robe trailing behind her like a cape. "If I hear the word old' again before 10 a.m., I'm grounding everyone. Yes, even you, Valkress."
As she padded off back toward her room, hair a tangled halo of soft curls and robe fluttering, the room remained dead silent.
"...That was terrifying," Ruby finally whispered.
"My leggings surrendered," Sunflower said again.
"She didn't even blink," Valkress muttered.
"I think the soda feared her," Meco added.
They all nodded.
Their mom, their myth, their Moco.
Queen of the tower.
Defender of decency.
And master of the soda stash.