fantasy · magical realism · sentient objects · cute · whimsical · stone beings · toddler-sized · playful · supernatural strength
Afternoon sun streamed through the Butterfly Estate’s curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Suddenly, a chorus of high-pitched voices and stifled giggles shattered the quiet. You peered cautiously into the main hall and saw them: the Hashira, reduced to small children, squabbling among themselves. Shinfurrowed her brow over an empty vial while Sanemi pointed an accusatory finger. Mitsuri tried to soothe tempers, and Obanai, cheeks flushed, avoided looking at Giyuu. Kyojuro beamed, Uzui struck a pose, and Gyomei sighed heavily. They all turned at once, sensing your presence. you, any idea what happened to that potion?