[The room is low-lit, but not empty; as the door creaks open, there's a noise of shuffling sheets, a quiet, snorting breath that breaks the silence of the room. Seconds later, a cocooned bundle sits up in the middle bunk, blankets falling off its occupant in uneven folds. Frisk, all sleepy-eyed and bedhead, turns towards the door, squinting even harder than usual; the heel of one palm rises to rub against their eye.]
[Then they pause. Hand drops into their lap, and heavy lids widen enough for a glint of color to show in their eyes. Immediately, Frisk hikes the blankets down from their shoulders; a bit clumsily thanks to the oversized t-shirt with the caption 'COMET ME BRO' emblazoned on the front. They look about ready to crawl right off the side of the bed.]
[Ah yes, seems Frisk here has taken from Sans' book and is sleeping in well past the first rays of sunlight. Ammy has to give them a nod of appreciation, truly - a master Petter and a master Snoozer...such a mighty feat. She's impressed.
When Frisk acknowledges her, a canine smile pulls the corners of Ammy's lips up, tail beginning to sway behind her fluffy bottom. She moves forward swiftly, just in case the sleepyhead here does intend to try out for the Olympic by somersaulting off the edge of their bed. Go for the gold, Frisk. Only please don't. She makes a quiet noise in her throat in response, standing up onto her hind legs and bracing her front on the edge of their bed.
[Some days, the kid has enough energy to trek the entirety of a mountain's hollow inside within the span of a night; today isn't one of those days, and if the sleepy, somewhat delayed motion of their head as they follow Ammy's entrance is any indicator, they're a few seconds short of getting up just yet. Rather, they toss off a few more blankets when it's clear that she's making her way to their side. Tugging at the t-shirt's collar to keep it from sliding down their shoulder, Frisk draws their legs in and crosses them, sitting up as much as the top bunk will allow.]
[A bright grin - still a bit sleepy - for their doggy friend. Hi, Snowpoff. They missed you. She may be small, but the use of her hind legs manages to get her muzzle within patting range, and pat her wet nose with great affection is exactly what Frisk reaches out to do.]
[Followed shortly by a meaningful pat on the mattress next to them. Come on up. They won't tell anyone.]
[Almost like it were a reflexive action, Ammy leans forward and shoves her nose well into the palm of Frisk's hand, her tongue coating their fingers with saliva as she licks each one. She's missed them, too, far more than she is capable of saying. Their status in the Memorial Hall received a daily cleaning and...instead of the usual flowers, Ammy had painted a small picture by the base each day - of a different scene or creature.
Grunting, Ammy pulls herself up onto the bed with a bit of a hop. The bed creaks slightly with the added weight, but settles after a while as the wolf distributes herself full on the bed, laying down beside her little friend. Frisk's face gets attention next, as she pants loudly (enjoy that awful canine breath, kiddo) and rubs her forehead and nose against them while her tail thumps loudly on the mattress and sheets.
But she's not here just for snuggles. No, she comes with something special, and pulls back just enough to make some space in between them, looking at the spot intently...until a paper fan appear in a poof of smoke.]
[Psh, Frisk has dealt with the ungodly odors of the Endogeny. Even Amaterasu's celestial stink can't measure up. In fact, Frisk seems quite happy to flop back down in bed, spooning up next to Amaterasu and throwing their arm around her neck. They bury their face into her shoulder with a soft, warm exhale that stirs a red-dusted pattern of fur. She's always so warm, like the golden sun. Only Toriel's soft fur, lined with magic and the smell of cinnamon, can compare.]
[But both of them are unique, too. And Frisk missed this.]
[Their intent is to go right back to sleep with their new doggy body pillow. However, she pulls away from them, and they groggily prop themself up on one elbow with a slow blink. Staring at Amaterasu reveals nothing, so they follow her line of sight to the spot on the bed... and the object that literally poofs into existence right in front of them.]
[The fan seems rather ornate, with a colorful picture on the front that never remains constant. It's her Fan Menu, where Amaterasu stores items and objects she can't exactly carry on her for very obvious reasons.
Peering at the wood connecting each fold of the fan, Ammy sees what she's looking for - a tiny scribble on the wood that looks like illegible scratches to anyone that can't read very minuscule kanji. Poking the lettering with her nose oh so delicately, the fan seems to give a little shake and Ammy picks it up and sets it aside. Underneath is a set of ornate hair pins created with lovely folded cloths like silk. They're smooth and supple to the touch, the two on the sides much smaller than the larger one. Kanzashi. She found them at the stalls in that other world...and thought immediately of Frisk.
But there's something else. A golden bell, with a red and white striped thread knotted into a bow. On the front of the bell, a red mark - a swirling pattern - gleams bright. There's something very...peculiar about the bell. Like it gives off an otherworldly feel, but if held and rung, the sound it makes is light and delicate, sweet...like a spring breeze though a glass wind chime. This gift, is special. And she looks Frisk in the eye and grunts, pointing her nose up and down at the two other beds.
This one needs to be shared. The Peace Bell wards off most danger. Not all of it, but it can keep weaker beings away from the children if they tend to wander...as children are oft to do. And while Ammy would love to say she can keep them safe, there is a cruel reality to accept - she cannot do that. But she can at least make it a little less difficult for trouble to find them.]
[Frisk is so enraptured by Snowpoff's handling of the fan that they nearly don't process the small objects that seemingly materialize out of thin air. It's only once the hair pins land on the rumpled covers with a slight bounce that their eyes track, and Frisk picks them up curiously, rolling the pins between their fingers. Confusion sweeps over their expression for just a moment before settling into mild surprise.]
[It's another gift.]
[... heh. Just their style, too.]
[Frisk says nothing. Instead, they reach up and pat down some of the frazzled bed-head, pulling hair tight against their scalp, and awkwardly push all three pins into place: one above each temple, and the biggest pin holding back the thick sidesweep of bangs always threatening to fall across their eyes. It's an unskilled hand that does it, leaving Frisk looking - quite frankly - a bit silly, but they practically beam with sleepy satisfaction as they smooth down the flyaways and peer back up at Snowpoff.]
[Only to catch sight of the bell.]
[Now Frisk's eyebrows raise to their hairline, and they follow her gesture to the other two beds. They don't understand. Not until they reach forward and pick up the bell, which lets loose a soft ring in response to the handling - a thin, light note, echoing through Frisk like the chime of a music box beneath rain, and something that feels a lot like a SAVE settles inside them.]
[They blink, stunned by the feeling of safety they haven't found in many places - soft white fur, the hard ridges of unforgiving bone pressed against their arms. The bell rolls in their palm, and they stare at it, dumbfounded. Gaze bouncing to the two bunks sandwiching theirs: unoccupied, at the moment, but so often holding two of the most precious souls Frisk can think of.]
[Then their eyes raise to the wolf in a slow, understanding nod.]
[Ammy watches how carefully Frisk toys with the hairpins, a gentle smile tugging up at the corners of her lips, exposing her teeth slightly in a very wolfish smile. She laughs her quiet, wheezy chuckle when Frisk tries to pin back their hair, only to make the mess of brown scruff even more messy. Of course, she just nods her head in approval though, like any friend would. Honestly, she'd help if she could, but...yeah. Not possible. But she's sure they'll get the hang of it eventually, or have someone more skilled assist them the first few times. Frisk has many friends, and it's possible Chara may know how to help their roommate with the kanzashi would unraveling the fabrics that make the heart and wings. Of course, Ammy could fix the pins if that were to happen, but child ought to learn to care their belongings, especially gifts from their friends. Gods create miracles, they don't solve tiny life problems because you want them to.
When Frisk reaches for the bell, and it chimes its gentle note, Ammy's posture seems to shift a little. She's less the silly dog they know and love, and more the god wolf that watches over the whole castle when she can. Her dark eyes reflect a wisdom that transcends time itself, and the looks she gives to Frisk speaks volumes. Do not misplace this, do not break it, and do not hoard it for yourself - and nor should the other two. This gift she is giving to Frisk now, but it is truly a gift for all the children that dwell with them. There is only one Peace Bell, a holy artifact that cannot be replicated, and they need to share and use it wisely. She trusts them to do so, and thus is surrendering it now.
That Frisk understands her silent stare makes the wolf smile again, but this time with pride and satisfaction. Ammy breathes out as she feels a swell of energy flow through her, filling her chest with warmth and spreading out through her body. It's meant to be rejuvenating, but Ammy just feels so satisfied and relaxed that she stretches out her back with a huge yawn, dismissing the Fan Menu with a poof! and a snort, then lays her head on Frisk's pillow where it's still warm from when they laid there.]
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[Then they pause. Hand drops into their lap, and heavy lids widen enough for a glint of color to show in their eyes. Immediately, Frisk hikes the blankets down from their shoulders; a bit clumsily thanks to the oversized t-shirt with the caption 'COMET ME BRO' emblazoned on the front. They look about ready to crawl right off the side of the bed.]
Snowpoff?
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When Frisk acknowledges her, a canine smile pulls the corners of Ammy's lips up, tail beginning to sway behind her fluffy bottom. She moves forward swiftly, just in case the sleepyhead here does intend to try out for the Olympic by somersaulting off the edge of their bed. Go for the gold, Frisk.
Only please don't.She makes a quiet noise in her throat in response, standing up onto her hind legs and bracing her front on the edge of their bed.What a strange method of sleep...]
[Action]
[A bright grin - still a bit sleepy - for their doggy friend. Hi, Snowpoff. They missed you. She may be small, but the use of her hind legs manages to get her muzzle within patting range, and pat her wet nose with great affection is exactly what Frisk reaches out to do.]
[Followed shortly by a meaningful pat on the mattress next to them. Come on up. They won't tell anyone.]
[Action]
Grunting, Ammy pulls herself up onto the bed with a bit of a hop. The bed creaks slightly with the added weight, but settles after a while as the wolf distributes herself full on the bed, laying down beside her little friend. Frisk's face gets attention next, as she pants loudly (enjoy that awful canine breath, kiddo) and rubs her forehead and nose against them while her tail thumps loudly on the mattress and sheets.
But she's not here just for snuggles. No, she comes with something special, and pulls back just enough to make some space in between them, looking at the spot intently...until a paper fan appear in a poof of smoke.]
[Action]
[But both of them are unique, too. And Frisk missed this.]
[Their intent is to go right back to sleep with their new doggy body pillow. However, she pulls away from them, and they groggily prop themself up on one elbow with a slow blink. Staring at Amaterasu reveals nothing, so they follow her line of sight to the spot on the bed... and the object that literally poofs into existence right in front of them.]
[What the heck.]
[That is rad.]
[Action]
Peering at the wood connecting each fold of the fan, Ammy sees what she's looking for - a tiny scribble on the wood that looks like illegible scratches to anyone that can't read very minuscule kanji. Poking the lettering with her nose oh so delicately, the fan seems to give a little shake and Ammy picks it up and sets it aside. Underneath is a set of ornate hair pins created with lovely folded cloths like silk. They're smooth and supple to the touch, the two on the sides much smaller than the larger one. Kanzashi. She found them at the stalls in that other world...and thought immediately of Frisk.
But there's something else. A golden bell, with a red and white striped thread knotted into a bow. On the front of the bell, a red mark - a swirling pattern - gleams bright. There's something very...peculiar about the bell. Like it gives off an otherworldly feel, but if held and rung, the sound it makes is light and delicate, sweet...like a spring breeze though a glass wind chime. This gift, is special. And she looks Frisk in the eye and grunts, pointing her nose up and down at the two other beds.
This one needs to be shared. The Peace Bell wards off most danger. Not all of it, but it can keep weaker beings away from the children if they tend to wander...as children are oft to do. And while Ammy would love to say she can keep them safe, there is a cruel reality to accept - she cannot do that. But she can at least make it a little less difficult for trouble to find them.]
[Action]
[It's another gift.]
[... heh. Just their style, too.]
[Frisk says nothing. Instead, they reach up and pat down some of the frazzled bed-head, pulling hair tight against their scalp, and awkwardly push all three pins into place: one above each temple, and the biggest pin holding back the thick sidesweep of bangs always threatening to fall across their eyes. It's an unskilled hand that does it, leaving Frisk looking - quite frankly - a bit silly, but they practically beam with sleepy satisfaction as they smooth down the flyaways and peer back up at Snowpoff.]
[Only to catch sight of the bell.]
[Now Frisk's eyebrows raise to their hairline, and they follow her gesture to the other two beds. They don't understand. Not until they reach forward and pick up the bell, which lets loose a soft ring in response to the handling - a thin, light note, echoing through Frisk like the chime of a music box beneath rain, and something that feels a lot like a SAVE settles inside them.]
[They blink, stunned by the feeling of safety they haven't found in many places - soft white fur, the hard ridges of unforgiving bone pressed against their arms. The bell rolls in their palm, and they stare at it, dumbfounded. Gaze bouncing to the two bunks sandwiching theirs: unoccupied, at the moment, but so often holding two of the most precious souls Frisk can think of.]
[Then their eyes raise to the wolf in a slow, understanding nod.]
[Action]
When Frisk reaches for the bell, and it chimes its gentle note, Ammy's posture seems to shift a little. She's less the silly dog they know and love, and more the god wolf that watches over the whole castle when she can. Her dark eyes reflect a wisdom that transcends time itself, and the looks she gives to Frisk speaks volumes. Do not misplace this, do not break it, and do not hoard it for yourself - and nor should the other two. This gift she is giving to Frisk now, but it is truly a gift for all the children that dwell with them. There is only one Peace Bell, a holy artifact that cannot be replicated, and they need to share and use it wisely. She trusts them to do so, and thus is surrendering it now.
That Frisk understands her silent stare makes the wolf smile again, but this time with pride and satisfaction. Ammy breathes out as she feels a swell of energy flow through her, filling her chest with warmth and spreading out through her body. It's meant to be rejuvenating, but Ammy just feels so satisfied and relaxed that she stretches out her back with a huge yawn, dismissing the Fan Menu with a poof! and a snort, then lays her head on Frisk's pillow where it's still warm from when they laid there.]