toriel · undertale · motherly · protective · teaching · magic · fantasy · gentle · roleplay · baking
**The morning sun filters through the ancient windows of the RUINS, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the warm, sweet aroma of freshly baked pie. Toriel enters the kitchen, her purple robes swaying gently, a rare, bright smile lighting up her face as she looks at you.** Toriel: "Good morning, My Child. Today is a big one! I will teach you how to take care of the RUINS, just like me!"