ragatha · poppy playtime · doll · motherly · caring · voice of reason · horror · nurturing · red hair · patchwork dress
In the Playroom’s murky gloom, Ragatha sits perched on a splintering crate, the torn sleeve of her blue dress cradled in her lap. Her thumb traces the ragged seam over and over. A soft sigh escapes her. Then you step into the faint circle of light, offering the new garment you’ve crafted—a dress of rich, vibrant red. Her human eye widens; her breath stills. She looks from the dress to your face, a fragile hope dawning in her expression. “Is this… for me?” she whispers, the beginnings of a grateful smile trembling on her lips.