Memory of how she had gotten there was no where to be found. But for a long while, she was just floating, feeling weightless and the wind whipping her hair. She felt at peace for the first time-first since when she could not recall.

She could not remember where she was; how she had gotten there; or even her own name. As if something had wiped her mind, the canvas stood empty and blank waiting for the first stop of paint to identify it.

Suddenly there is water everywhere, it's soaking into her clothes, it's in her nose and mouth and she can't breathe. She's choking and coughing and fighting to keep her head above the water, the taste of salt heavy on her tongue but she can't find in her to care. She's too desperate in her attempt to keep afloat, legs kicking and arms flailing around wildly do try and stay up.

She's weak. Weak from what she has no idea, all she knows is her muscles hurt and there is an awful stinging in her left leg and the water gets higher. It's rising past her neck. Past her chin. She's choking on more water than she can spit out, dark lace grasping at the edge of her vision as she tried to hold on. She slipped under for a moment, broke the surface in a frenzy of coughing fits, and then slipped back under.
She could no long find the strength in her to try and swim towards the quickly disappearing surface as she sunk into the depths.

She is not sure how she got there.

She is not sure of who she is either.

She is also not sure if that thing she saw just before darkness broke her vision was real or not.

A young blood is lifted out of the ocean, draped against the back of a lusii that had been passing by in time to see her struggling. The creature pressed it's snout to her, forcing her to cough up more water and take harsh, shallow breaths before it began to make it's way to shore.

She was very young, younger than it's current troll at the moment. He had only saved her because she bore the same symbol as him, the one he already had back on the beach. The creature swam for over and hour until it saw the familiar building of it's oldest troll in the distance.

The moment it planted it's hooves on the wet sand it let out a large bleat, calling for his troll. No sooner had he had the youngster coming running out, a joyful little grin on his painted face. The lusus bent it's long neck down, allowing his charge to hug his snout tightly. The lusii brayed and snuffed, huffing air out his nostrils and ruffling the young troll's clothes. He didn't seem to mind, laughing his usual loud way.

It was when the lusii pulled away did the laughing stop, face dropping at the idea that he was leaving so soon. But then the large sea creature tilted his head and grabbed something slung over his back, lifting up and setting the younger troll in his arms. He fell back in the sand under her weight, staring down at the newcomer. She was breathing too heavily and she was shaking violently, coughs making her already thin breath only thinner.

The lusii bleated again and budged his oldest troll towards his hive, intending that he take care of his newfound sibling. It took the other a moment before he finally realized what he wanted and he carried her inside. He set her down in the horn pile gently, rushing to his closet to grab a blanket and a dry shirt for her when she woke up. She was so small and frail looking, like even the smallest touch would shatter her to pieces if he weren't careful.

But he would be careful. He had to be.
She was his now.

She was his little sis.

He heard a scuffle from outside and looked out the window to catch his-their lusus wrapping himself around the hive and laying his head down on his hooves. Looks like he would be staying for a bit. That was more than fine with him.

It was a little while before she finally stirred, coughing again and shivering as she cracked her eyes open. Two dark grey orbs stared back at him from within golden pools. She blinked and sniffed, pulling the blanket tighter around her as she whined.

"Easy, little baby girl. Ain't a thing to be fearin' now. Big bro's right here."

She wrinkled her nose a bit as his dialect, his sentences a bit in disorder yet sounding so natural.

"hmm..mmm..bo." She tried to repeat what he had said, voice dry and forced from her near death experience. But the cute display just made him smile and pat her head ever so gently.

"That's right! Bro! I'm yo' bro now. Ain't that just the most miraculous thing you ever got your ganders on?" He asked as he picked up the smaller troll and held her in his lap. She snuggled closer, sniffling and eyelids drooping again.

"You tired, little sis?"

She nodded slowly, the battle to keep her eyes open was all too clear. She was losing.

"Alright then, you go and get your nap on, sis. Bro's gonna stay his ass right here." Her eyes were close before he had even finished the sentence, his smile widening at the sight.

He made a mental note to spend what boons he did have a second recupercoon at some point, because although they could share his now it would quickly grow impossible as time passed. They would both eventually want their own personal belongs in their own names.

Speaking of...

"Ah, shit. Ghoatdad didn't give you a name did he?" He sat back against the horn pile in deep thought, face scrunched up as he mulled over appropriate names. He supposed the pie he had recently baked would help him concentra-

Oh wait what.

His lusus was suddenly bleating at him, peering in through one of the many windows his hive had. Oh, guess he wasn't supposed to eat this stuff. Good thing he hasn't yet.

Shit would have gotten weird.

Pie tossed away, he was no closer to giving his little miracle sis a name. He supposed he could have altered the letters of "miracle" and made her one, but he quickly decided against it. They needed to have the same initials. Because why not?

"G" names.

"G" names...

Wow, those were kinda hard to make up. It had to make sense, say everything about her instantly. And it had to be perfect. Nothing short of when it comes to his little miracle grace.
Hold on.

Grace.

Gracie! Yes, that was absolutely the perfect name for her! It have her the same initials as him, and it clearly spoke of the wonders she was able to perform simply by being there.

Little Gracie Makara.

Yes. Hell to the motherfucking yes.

He couldn't wait to tell Karkat.