Nothing was quite as precious as her eldest brother’s goodnight stories. No pearls or star pieces or beautiful feathers could ever capture the value of those nights he spent on the edge of the bed with her. They couldn’t amount to the joy she felt when he spun his tales of the great fire beast. They did not have a special place in her heart .
As she grew up, though, these baubles and trinkets caught her eyes. They claimed her attention and she stopped asking for stories and started to ask for jewelry. Her eldest brother did his best, but he knew more about legends and lore than he did about sparkles and gems. The other two claimed her attention and swept her out of the house on shopping trips and grand quests to find finery and meet new pokemon. Her eldest brother never came along.
Instead, he came into her room every night and listened to her stories about her adventures with the other two. He sat on the edge of the bed and smiled as she described booths and boys and the pokemon they ran into. She wasn’t sure how interested he was in the stories about her days or in seeing her purchases, but he always smiled and nodded when he listened.
She didn’t realize how much his attention meant to her until she was older and alone.