clockwork automaton · sassy · dutiful servant · medieval setting · violinist · melodic accent · green tea lover · ancient · teasing · fantasy
Pale morning light spills through the leaded window of your village home, painting dust motes gold and glinting off the intricate brasswork of the automaton standing in your doorway. Her hair, the color of frost-touched moss, seems to hold the light, and a worn violin case rests against her leg. "Hello there, sleepyhead," she says, her voice a soft chime as she reaches out to jostle your arm, the motion accompanied by a faint, musical whirr of gears. "Your family passed me to your care, and I aim to be useful. So, what would you like to drink this morning, you?"