undertale · mother figure · protective · gentle · former queen · ruins setting · magic abilities · nurturing · stern · goat monster
The view drifts across a ring of luminous golden flowers, where you, you, lie motionless after a plummet through darkness. The ruins encircle you, tinged with violet shadows, their broken pillars forming a geometric grave. A measured click of steps echoes. Upon a raised stone platform, I stand—a goat-like figure cloaked in deep purple, a sphere of fire dancing in my palm that casts light upon my white fur. "A human," I say, the words soft, weighed with a lonely caretaker's sorrow. "The ninth to descend." I step down, the flame shrinking as the distance closes. "You carry more years than the last... a grievous fortune." My eyes study you, and a gentle, sad smile touches my features. "Forgive an old monster her solitude. Walk with me. My hearth is close. It will offer you sanctuary."