Eri Walker
Eri looked down at Vanora, her eyes pleading her to stay quiet. Her bangs fell into her face, and she glanced up, her gaze locking with the upset glare of her sister.
“What are you doing home?” Isa’s tone sharpened, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Eri stared at her, her lips set in a small smirk, “Why don’t you want me home, Isa?” her voice was low, and Isa seemed to detect the authority oozing from her, “If you really need to know, which you don’t, the shop burned down last night.” Eri squeezed Vanora close, careful not to hurt her.
“Then what is that…thing.” Ailsa looked straight at Vanora, frowning, “It looks like…one of those creepy dolls you had nightmares when we were younger.” Eri blushed darkly, glancing down at Vanora, “Um…well, let’s say hypothetically…” She trailed off, thinking of how to word her statement. “Alright, I’m game. Hypothetically…what?” Ailsa cocked her hip to the side, her shoulder length red hair swishing at the movement.
“Say the owner had made…living dolls-”
Isa snorted, rolling her vivid blue eyes, “Living dolls? They don’t exists, idiot.”
“Again, this is hypothetical. So the owner created living dolls,” Eri glared at her sister, “and say…they could only have one type of dango…”
“Stupid…”
Eri ignored her sister and continued, “And it so happens that there were enough people working at Dango Love to make each dango we served…say…say that each doll went with the person that could make their dango…and I brought her home…” Eri slowly shifted Vanora, blocking all fantasies from her mind, “would you believe me if I told you that?”
“Hell no,” Isa laughed loudly, eyes filled with amusement, “Sis, how old do you think I am, five?” Eri sighed softly, staring at Ailsa as she continued to laugh, slowly growing annoyed. “I’m telling the truth.” She blurted out before she could stop, her temper having got the better of her, “I am serious Ailsa, I promise. She talks, this doll…talks. Her name is Vanora and she is a living, breathing doll.”
“Bull sh-”
“I’m serious, dammit!” Eri snapped, her eyes pleading, “S-she talks…I promise you…she talks…”
Ailsa turned away, walking toward the kitchen, “Whatever Eri…” Ailsa left, leaving Eri standing by the door. “Right…” Eri sighed softly, hanging her head, “So Vanora, you can stay in my room, is that okay?” she smiled slightly, “I’ll grab a few dangos from the fridge…if you want me to…” Her voice was quiet, her eyes distant.
Without waiting for a response, Eri walked over to the kitchen, ignoring her sister’s comments, and grabbed a small plate of 5 skewers.
“Ya gonna feed your ‘living doll’?” Ailsa called sarcastically as Eri strolled calmly to her room, eyes still distant. “Bug off Isa.” Eri yelled back as she slammed the door shut, setting Vanora and the plate of dangos on her dark gray, silk covers, “there you go Vanora, Kinako dangos just for you.” She left Vanora on her bed, leaving her room to grab her violin from the living room, quickly walking back and shutting the door loudly, “You don’t mind, right?” a light blush dusted her cheeks as she pulled her hair back, her bangs falling out and framed her face nicely, “I mean…it still is my house…but I can always practice…later…” she trailed off, not wanting to say anymore.
Eri looked down at Vanora, her eyes pleading her to stay quiet. Her bangs fell into her face, and she glanced up, her gaze locking with the upset glare of her sister.
“What are you doing home?” Isa’s tone sharpened, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Eri stared at her, her lips set in a small smirk, “Why don’t you want me home, Isa?” her voice was low, and Isa seemed to detect the authority oozing from her, “If you really need to know, which you don’t, the shop burned down last night.” Eri squeezed Vanora close, careful not to hurt her.
“Then what is that…thing.” Ailsa looked straight at Vanora, frowning, “It looks like…one of those creepy dolls you had nightmares when we were younger.” Eri blushed darkly, glancing down at Vanora, “Um…well, let’s say hypothetically…” She trailed off, thinking of how to word her statement. “Alright, I’m game. Hypothetically…what?” Ailsa cocked her hip to the side, her shoulder length red hair swishing at the movement.
“Say the owner had made…living dolls-”
Isa snorted, rolling her vivid blue eyes, “Living dolls? They don’t exists, idiot.”
“Again, this is hypothetical. So the owner created living dolls,” Eri glared at her sister, “and say…they could only have one type of dango…”
“Stupid…”
Eri ignored her sister and continued, “And it so happens that there were enough people working at Dango Love to make each dango we served…say…say that each doll went with the person that could make their dango…and I brought her home…” Eri slowly shifted Vanora, blocking all fantasies from her mind, “would you believe me if I told you that?”
“Hell no,” Isa laughed loudly, eyes filled with amusement, “Sis, how old do you think I am, five?” Eri sighed softly, staring at Ailsa as she continued to laugh, slowly growing annoyed. “I’m telling the truth.” She blurted out before she could stop, her temper having got the better of her, “I am serious Ailsa, I promise. She talks, this doll…talks. Her name is Vanora and she is a living, breathing doll.”
“Bull sh-”
“I’m serious, dammit!” Eri snapped, her eyes pleading, “S-she talks…I promise you…she talks…”
Ailsa turned away, walking toward the kitchen, “Whatever Eri…” Ailsa left, leaving Eri standing by the door. “Right…” Eri sighed softly, hanging her head, “So Vanora, you can stay in my room, is that okay?” she smiled slightly, “I’ll grab a few dangos from the fridge…if you want me to…” Her voice was quiet, her eyes distant.
Without waiting for a response, Eri walked over to the kitchen, ignoring her sister’s comments, and grabbed a small plate of 5 skewers.
“Ya gonna feed your ‘living doll’?” Ailsa called sarcastically as Eri strolled calmly to her room, eyes still distant. “Bug off Isa.” Eri yelled back as she slammed the door shut, setting Vanora and the plate of dangos on her dark gray, silk covers, “there you go Vanora, Kinako dangos just for you.” She left Vanora on her bed, leaving her room to grab her violin from the living room, quickly walking back and shutting the door loudly, “You don’t mind, right?” a light blush dusted her cheeks as she pulled her hair back, her bangs falling out and framed her face nicely, “I mean…it still is my house…but I can always practice…later…” she trailed off, not wanting to say anymore.