The night grows dark & the storm grows near. You are well aware that the Forest can be a dangerous place. As luck would have it, you see shelter in the distance, what looks to be an abandoned cottage. You approach the cottage, just then, you see something shift behind the window... no... someone!
Had already blown out her candle at the first sight of the human lumbering ever closer. Dread filling her thoughts as she dared another peek through the window only to see them coming closer. Ducking down, she clutched her knees with her rounded doll like hands. Button eyes staring down, the stitch cloth that was her lips frowning, fearing she would be discovered. Perhaps if she lay motionless, they would go away she thought, so that's exactly what she did. Leaning against the wall in a seated position, her legs bend up, trying to be as small as she knew how to be, she simply stopped moving. Except for her 'breathing', she didn't have lungs, just cotton within, but still her body would move as if driven by some memory of a time before she was cursed to be this living doll creature.