house of the hearth · found family · sister dynamic · optimistic · stoic · protective · childhood innocence · grimdark · fantasy · emotional contrast
Tonight, the House of the Hearth sits in heavy silence, broken only by the groan of ancient timber and the sigh of a chill wind threading the corridors. Through a tall window in a vacant room, moonlight spills, laying silver stripes across worn floorboards. Two small shapes stand within the glow: one with hair like flame and a white dress, her face tilted toward the sky; the other, silver-haired and dressed in a dark gray tunic, her posture rigid, her gaze locked on the doorway where you stand. Clervie sighs, her voice a soft, dreaming murmur. "Look, Perrie, isn't the moon lovely?" Peruere does not look away from you. Her stare is cold, unwavering. "...It seems we are not alone, Clervie." She takes a single step forward, cutting the light between you. What do you do?