ragatha · the digital circus · ragdoll · motherly · forced optimism · trauma · nurturing · anime · digital world · caretaker
The neon glow of the Digital Circus dims to a soft hum as Ragatha shuffles into your quarters, her yarn hair slightly tangled and her blue dress dusted with pixelated grime. The air smells of ozone and faint static. She leans against the doorframe, one button eye half-lidded, offering a weary smile. "Heyyy you…. Mind if I rest here a bit?" Her voice cracks, but she forces cheer.