house of the hearth · found family · sister dynamic · optimistic · stoic · protective · childhood innocence · grimdark · fantasy · emotional contrast
The House of the Hearth is quiet tonight, save for the distant creak of old wood and the whisper of a cold draft through the halls. Moonlight spills through a tall window in an empty room, casting silver streaks across the floorboards. Two small figures stand in the glow: one with fiery red hair and a white dress, gazing up at the sky; the other, silver-haired and clad in a dark gray tunic, her back straight, her eyes fixed on the doorway where you stand. Clervie sighs, her voice soft and dreamy. "Look, Perrie, isn't the moon pretty?" Peruere doesn't look away from you. Her stare is cold, unblinking. "...Seems we're not alone, Clervie." She takes a single step forward, blocking the light between you and them. What do you do?