With the hint of a smile, she gets up and crouches down before a spot on the ground. "Do not be shy, Little Ones. Your aide is desired." With the utterance of those words, the spot before her erupted in a small geyser of liquid dream-stuff, knocking pillows around as the forms of the Little Ones, the Messengers, erupted from the far-off Dream. The frail looking miniature men looked around in curiousity and awe, some even playing with the pillows and placing them upon their heads and beating the others with them. Their attention is focused upon the Doll's clearing of her throat.
"If you would be so kind, dear Little Ones, this one," she waves her hand in Samael's direction, "could use a warmer set of clothes. Could you be so kind as to fetch some for me?" The Little Ones begin to murmur nonsense sounds to one another before they nod as one and vanish. With a turn, the Doll speaks to Samael with almost motherly warmth laden in her tone.
Do you have something specific you want Samael to wear or are you find with Bloodborne attire sets?
With the hint of a smile, she gets up and crouches down before a spot on the ground. "Do not be shy, Little Ones. Your aide is desired." With the utterance of those words, the spot before her erupted in a small geyser of liquid dream-stuff, knocking pillows around as the forms of the Little Ones, the Messengers, erupted from the far-off Dream. The frail looking miniature men looked around in curiousity and awe, some even playing with the pillows and placing them upon their heads and beating the others with them. Their attention is focused upon the Doll's clearing of her throat.
"If you would be so kind, dear Little Ones, this one," she waves her hand in Samael's direction, "could use a warmer set of clothes. Could you be so kind as to fetch some for me?" The Little Ones begin to murmur nonsense sounds to one another before they nod as one and vanish. With a turn, the Doll speaks to Samael with almost motherly warmth laden in her tone.
"Aren't they sweet?