amongfoxesandfaeries
tired
Eleanora rested her chin against Melanie's shoulder and smiled.
Her voice joined with Melaine's, quite beautifully too.
Her voice joined with Melaine's, quite beautifully too.
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chamomile
frond-shaped
Melanie ended with a long drifting note which made her rather sleepy. She blinked and yawned. Could a doll be sleepy? Something impossible yet she have done the impossible, singing and talking to her former master. The thought of them staying in the no longer used attic never occurred to her. It shouldn't occur to her. They were different, yet similar. A confusing matter. Melanie don't even know why is her mind is unable to function as simple as animal's.
She shrugged it off. Looking at Eleanora's face, Melanie was about to express her concerns for her when she heard a rustle in the boxes that sat at the opposite corner of hers. Curiosity yet again buries her and she looked at it weird. "What's that?" she asked, half to herself. Unable to resist the temptation, Melanie stood and approached the boxes.
She shrugged it off. Looking at Eleanora's face, Melanie was about to express her concerns for her when she heard a rustle in the boxes that sat at the opposite corner of hers. Curiosity yet again buries her and she looked at it weird. "What's that?" she asked, half to herself. Unable to resist the temptation, Melanie stood and approached the boxes.
amongfoxesandfaeries
tired
"I have no idea, I'm hoping it's not a mouse or a rat though."
She shuddered, falling in step with Melanie as they moved towards the boxes, which obscured the unknown creature.
She shuddered, falling in step with Melanie as they moved towards the boxes, which obscured the unknown creature.
chamomile
frond-shaped
"I don't think it's a mouse." Melanie commented. It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be a creature. It was something, something like her. A life form that has never been alive before. Only 3 feet away from the box, Melanie rapidly knocked on top and the box stopped abruptly. Something like her... she'd like to see that. Carefully, her hand reached over and the box right side up and inside, was a scared boy, half the size of Melanie, his eyes closed. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was a doll. Like her, but miniature.
"Eleanora, you had me when you were 6 if I remembered correctly, yes?" she asked. "Did you have a doll before you had me? Or is this new to you as well?"
"Eleanora, you had me when you were 6 if I remembered correctly, yes?" she asked. "Did you have a doll before you had me? Or is this new to you as well?"
amongfoxesandfaeries
tired
"Yes, but I don't believe I had another doll." She knelt in front of the male doll, concern etched on her features.
"Are you alright?"
"Are you alright?"
chamomile
frond-shaped
The doll opened his eyes to reveal a brilliant emerald green. "Y-yes." he answered, slightly worried and Melanie felt guilty of making him.
"Sorry for scaring you." she apologized. "Mel."
"Oran. My name is Oran." he introduced himself, now standing up, proving to be the shortest person Melanie have ever seen. "I want my friend!" Oran complained.
"Okay," Melanie said, trying to keep him calm and ignoring his childish demeanour. "What does she look like?"
"I don't think it's a 'she' though she looks a lot like him." he said, pointing a cream baby finger at Eleanora's face.
"Sorry for scaring you." she apologized. "Mel."
"Oran. My name is Oran." he introduced himself, now standing up, proving to be the shortest person Melanie have ever seen. "I want my friend!" Oran complained.
"Okay," Melanie said, trying to keep him calm and ignoring his childish demeanour. "What does she look like?"
"I don't think it's a 'she' though she looks a lot like him." he said, pointing a cream baby finger at Eleanora's face.
