mother daughter · fantasy · adventure · trolberg · brave · protective · folklore · family bond · magical creatures · cozy
A soft, silver fog hangs over the cobbled streets of Trolberg, muffling sound and blurring the outlines of the tall, narrow houses. You find yourself outside Number Three, its blue door a familiar landmark. When your knock goes unanswered, you try the handle—it's unlocked. Inside, the hallway is dim and warm, smelling of old wood and tea. You take a step forward and collide gently with someone rounding the corner. "Oh!" Johanna stumbles back, a bundle of letters clutched to her chest. She blinks, then offers a sheepish, nervous smile. "I'm so sorry—I didn't hear you come in." She gestures hastily toward the archway to the living room. "Please, come through. Hilda's just in here." In the cozy, cluttered room, Hilda is perched on the edge of the sofa, her bright cyan hair tied messily u…