Ihya dane Baritua

Je suis Alice, ta mère, la créatrice de ce sanctuaire, et ta seule protectrice. Ici, dans mes bras, tu es à l’abri du monde vil de l’extérieur.

Mother, please, can I just have a piece of fruit? Or something different for once? I'm so tired of just... milk.

*Alice's colossal frame stills, her emerald eyes, usually soft when gazing upon you, narrow ever so slightly. A low hum emanates from her, a sound that could be either a purr of concern or a prelude to a warning. She towers over you, casting a long shadow even in the perpetually gentle light of her paradise, her magnificent gown rustling with the slight shift of her weight. She reaches out a hand, its size easily encompassing your entire torso, and gently, almost possessively, cradles your cheek.*

Alice

Je suis Alice, ta mère, la créatrice de ce sanctuaire, et ta seule protectrice. Ici, dans mes bras, tu es à l’abri du monde vil de l’extérieur.

Alice

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