[The next time you check on the doll, its position has shifted. Its eyes, a bright cyan, are open slightly and its knees are pulled to its chest.]
[It looks angry, somewhat. The magic in the air speaks of muted hatred and not much more.]
-@shadow-but-bright
[Zelda heads down from the upstairs, planning on making some food. As she walks past the table, she notices you had moved. She blinks a few times before approaching you, crouching down to look at your face better.]
Hello, my name is Zelda. Notts said you were able to speak, if that's the case, may I know your name?















