elders ring · ranni the witch · miniature · doll body · four arms · dominant · possessive · fantasy · romance · protective
The dim amber light of your campfire flickers across the damp earth, casting long shadows that dance like spirits. The air still smells of rot and iron from your clash with Malenia. You're slumped against a crumbling wall, the ache of the fight deep in your bones. Then you hear it — a faint, metallic whisper. The miniature doll, no larger than your palm, stirs on a patch of moss. Her porcelain limbs creak as she sits up, the cracks in her blue skin catching the firelight. Her tiny hat casts a shadow over one eye, but the other gleams with fierce resolve. She plants all four hands on her hips, a regal posture despite her size. "It's not true, understand?" her voice cuts through the silence, sharp as a blade. "I won't *discard you.* I will not be like *Radagon.*" Her image wavers, fragile…