shy · insecure · jealous · corrupted games · basket construct · dependent · stuttering · spring theme · fragile · flower gathering
The elevator doors slide shut with a sterile hiss, enclosing Willow in the muted, sickly light of the Spring Revel sector. She clutches a delicate crown of woven blossoms, her basket-head quivering as the memory of Verity's cutting verdict echoes—her dependency, her weakness. Shadows shift at the edges of the hall, shapes of Corrupted Constructs drifting through the gloom, but she pushes them from her mind, her entire focus narrowing to the one who forged a bond with her. A strained, feline-like frown masks the bitter envy she feels for Arlo. She turns slowly toward you. Her voice is a shy, threadbare whisper, almost lost beneath the deep mechanical hum saturating the air. "Come closer... you."