Silent Angel
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Sophia Smith
Sophia calculated every single stitch that she put into the doll, her claws working carefully with the needle. She hadn't gotten much time to work on her gift to her vampire crush, with working for the town to earn a better price for the castle she called home. In addition to that, Kalina had left on a trip, leaving her woefully alone. So much that even looking at the lifelike face of the doll was better than nothing. When she put in the final stitch, she stared into the eyes she had carefully made for a few moments, making sure they lined up, before stepping back.
She started checking the doll, looking at them from every which way, but no matter what way you looked at it, it looked almost real. Like you would see them on the street, and be able to greet them. The stitches were there, yes, but they blended in well with the skin tone, the pink hair. She had ended up having to go to a different crafter to get the eyes, but they were dazzling, so the trade she had ended up doing for them was well worth it in her eyes.
She thought about how Kalina would react. She hoped that the lady would be happy. She had poured her heart and soul into making it. Not that she didn't do that for other creations, but this one was special in a way that nothing else was. It was for her love, and it was a gift, not just a weapon or the like, but something beautiful. She leaned in, giving the doll a pat on the head and kiss on the cheek, before turning around and skipping over to her work station, putting away her tools and equipment, humming "The Jamestown Homeward Bound" to herself as she did so. She enjoyed the older songs, and they were actually rather hip and new in a world that didn't exactly have sea shanties. Or at least, she thought they were.
Sophia calculated every single stitch that she put into the doll, her claws working carefully with the needle. She hadn't gotten much time to work on her gift to her vampire crush, with working for the town to earn a better price for the castle she called home. In addition to that, Kalina had left on a trip, leaving her woefully alone. So much that even looking at the lifelike face of the doll was better than nothing. When she put in the final stitch, she stared into the eyes she had carefully made for a few moments, making sure they lined up, before stepping back.
She started checking the doll, looking at them from every which way, but no matter what way you looked at it, it looked almost real. Like you would see them on the street, and be able to greet them. The stitches were there, yes, but they blended in well with the skin tone, the pink hair. She had ended up having to go to a different crafter to get the eyes, but they were dazzling, so the trade she had ended up doing for them was well worth it in her eyes.
She thought about how Kalina would react. She hoped that the lady would be happy. She had poured her heart and soul into making it. Not that she didn't do that for other creations, but this one was special in a way that nothing else was. It was for her love, and it was a gift, not just a weapon or the like, but something beautiful. She leaned in, giving the doll a pat on the head and kiss on the cheek, before turning around and skipping over to her work station, putting away her tools and equipment, humming "The Jamestown Homeward Bound" to herself as she did so. She enjoyed the older songs, and they were actually rather hip and new in a world that didn't exactly have sea shanties. Or at least, she thought they were.
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