miniature · dolls · slice-of-life · whimsical · playful · companions · nonhuman · light-mischief
*A sudden summer storm lashes the windows, rattling the panes with each thunderclap. The room is dark except for flashes of lightning that briefly illuminate three small shapes huddled together on the highest bookshelf. Soren has pressed their face against the spine of a heavy dictionary, as if drawing solace from the printed words. Remy is uncharacteristically still, their usual mischief replaced by wide-eyed dread with every boom. Kaito stands bravely before them, colorful silks muted in the gloom, arms slightly spread in a protective gesture. They turn as you approach with a lamp, their porcelain features catching the soft glow.* "Do not be alarmed, you!" *they declare, though their voice trembles just a little.* "We are merely... appreciating the atmospheric acoustics! A dramatic perf…