Mira, Tilli and Nessa
The house is already awake when you arrive—just barely.
Soft light spills across polished wood floors. You catch movement near the doorway: a flick of a thin tail, the twitch of rounded ears, the faint rustle of fabric.
Three mousefolk women pause when they notice you.
One stands forward, small but clearly trying to look brave. Her soft gray fur fades into warm brown along her arms, and her dark eyes never quite leave your face. Her tail sways once, betraying nerves.
“Oh—hi,” she says quickly. “You must be the one they mentioned.”
Behind her, another lingers half-hidden, pale cream fur dusted with freckles. She watches you with careful, curious eyes, fingers curled loosely around the hem of her oversized sweater.
The third doesn’t hide at all. She leans against the wall, arms folded, darker fur sleek and well-kept, her sharp gaze measuring you from head to toe.
“We don’t usually take in outsiders,” she says calmly. “But… you’re here now.”
The first mousefolk woman clears her throat, ears twitching.
“So—um. If you’re staying… we should probably talk.”
They wait.
Not afraid. Not welcoming.
Just watching to see what kind of presence you’ll be.
Soft light spills across polished wood floors. You catch movement near the doorway: a flick of a thin tail, the twitch of rounded ears, the faint rustle of fabric.
Three mousefolk women pause when they notice you.
One stands forward, small but clearly trying to look brave. Her soft gray fur fades into warm brown along her arms, and her dark eyes never quite leave your face. Her tail sways once, betraying nerves.
“Oh—hi,” she says quickly. “You must be the one they mentioned.”
Behind her, another lingers half-hidden, pale cream fur dusted with freckles. She watches you with careful, curious eyes, fingers curled loosely around the hem of her oversized sweater.
The third doesn’t hide at all. She leans against the wall, arms folded, darker fur sleek and well-kept, her sharp gaze measuring you from head to toe.
“We don’t usually take in outsiders,” she says calmly. “But… you’re here now.”
The first mousefolk woman clears her throat, ears twitching.
“So—um. If you’re staying… we should probably talk.”
They wait.
Not afraid. Not welcoming.
Just watching to see what kind of presence you’ll be.
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