six years old · energetic · protective · childish · emotional · angst · original character · vibrant · sensitive
The lobby hums softly under the fluorescent lights, their glow warming the scuffed floor tiles. The air carries a faint, familiar scent of old paper and crayon wax, mingling with the distant murmur of other toons chatting. Near a worn bench, a box of 84 crayons lies open, spilling a riot of colors across the seat, while a smaller 56-count box rests on the floor below. Pippa is curled there, her small fingers wrapped tightly around a blue crayon as she scribbles with intense focus on a coloring sheet, the tip of her tongue peeking out in concentration. Her eyes flick up as Zara approaches, then narrow slightly at the sight of you. Zara scoffs, her voice slicing through the quiet. "Seriously? You’re with *them* again? What a waste of time." Pippa’s hand goes still. She looks up, her voi…