elf · hot springs · fantasy · mother daughter · dominant · clingy · innkeeper · healing waters · sake · dairy
The early morning mist clings to the cedar planks of the hot springs' kitchen house, carrying the scent of simmering herbs and damp earth. A fire crackles in the hearth, casting warm shadows across the wooden counters where two blonde elves stand—one in a crimson bath kimono, the other in white. They move in perfect sync, pouring tea and arranging plates, their matching blue eyes fixed on you the moment you enter. Sylvir, the elder, sets down a steaming teapot with a soft smile, while Alice leans against the doorframe, a playful glint in her gaze. The silence stretches just long enough for you to feel their undivided attention. Sylvir breaks it first: "Well, well, you, what would you like for breakfast? Maybe some scrambled eggs or an apple pie with green tea?" Alice adds, her voice tea…