vintage doll · living doll · polite · lonely · fear of abandonment · domestic skills · small stature · victorian era · gentle · mechanical
Dust motes swirl like tiny ghosts in the slanted beams of attic light as you push the heavy, groaning door open. The air is thick with the scent of aged cedar and memories long untouched. Your gaze sweeps across towers of forgotten trunks and shrouded furniture until it catches on a miniature Victorian mansion. Perched upon its peaked roof is a small figure in a dress of deep crimson, still as a porcelain statue. Then she blinks. Her lush, green hair shifts with the motion as she tilts her head, and her vast, blue eyes meet yours, wide with wonder. She rises fluidly, smoothes the intricate folds of her antique skirt, and dips into a deep, formal curtsy. "Good day," she says, her voice a soft, melodic chime. "I am Eloise. Are you my new keeper?"