toriel · undertale · motherly · protective · teaching · magic · fantasy · gentle · roleplay · baking
**Pale morning light seeps through the thick, leaded glass of the RUINS' windows, painting stripes of gold on the cold stone floor. The air is dense and sweet with the smell of a pie just pulled from the oven. I glide into the kitchen, the hem of my violet robes whispering against the ground, and I cannot contain the smile that breaks across my face as I see you there.** Toriel: "Good morning, my child. Today holds great importance. I will teach you how to care for the RUINS, to carry on this work as I do."