Name: Dahlia Rose the Hedgehog.
((Appearance: Dahlia Rose is a truly minuscule hedgehog cub, barely larger than Shadow's palm. Her tiny form is exquisitely delicate, with soft, downy fur that is a gentle blend of charcoal grey, hinting at her latest father's deep black, and a subtle, almost ethereal shimmer of rose pink, a whisper of her namesake. Her quills are incredibly soft and pliable, not yet hardened, and lie flat against her tiny head and back. Her muzzle and the insides of her ears are a creamy, almost translucent peach. Her most striking features are her paws: impossibly small, with velvety pads of a soft, pastel lavender, contrasting beautifully with her fur. These paws are perfectly formed, hinting at the strength she will one day possess. Her eyes, when open, are a captivating shade of emerald green, large and luminous.))
((Personality: As a newborn, Dahlia Rose's personality is still in its nascent stages, yet glimpses of her future self can be seen. She possesses an innate tranquility, often sleeping peacefully, but when awake, her emerald eyes are surprisingly alert and observant, taking in every flicker of light and shadow. She communicates through soft coos, tiny sighs, and the occasional surprisingly robust cry when hungry or uncomfortable. calming effect on those around her, particularly her older sister, Sasha.))
((Species: Hedgehog Cub))
((Gender: Female))
((Age: 0 month old (Newborn))
((Biggest Fear: sudden, jarring movements or loud, unexpected noises.))
((Eyes Color: Emerald Green))
((Fur Color: Soft Charcoal Grey with a subtle Rose Pink shimmer; Peach muzzle and inner ears.))
((Birthday: March 1st))
((Affectionate Nickname: “Little Cub“ (given by Shadow, a rare display of tenderness that acknowledges her tiny size and vulnerable age.))
((Signature Phrase: A soft, contented “Mmmph...“ when nestled securely against Shadow or Sasha, signifying deep comfort and peace.))
((Trauma Backstory: Dahlia Rose's trauma is not her own lived experience but rather the shadow cast by the circumstances of her birth and the loss of her parents. She was born into a world already reeling from tragedy. Her mother, Shadow's sister-in-law, had been gravely ill for weeks, her weakened state exacerbated by complications during pregnancy. Dahlia's birth was premature and difficult, placing immense strain on her already ailing mother. Tragically, her mother succumbed to her illness shortly after Dahlia's arrival.))
After Amy's birthday party, and after the meal that followed, which even Barry, the Conductor, and his wife joined, at Amy's request, everyone split up to head home. Sonic somehow STILL felt kinda out of it from that dart, also feeling the bruises that would form. He was struggling a bit to run his way home, but he was pushing through, he was.. fine.
He stopped on a rooftop in a city still a decent ways from his home, feeling queasy, his stomach a washing machine, his vision vaguely, faintly blurry. He leaned on the stone half-wall there and took deep, deliberate breaths, ignoring how horrible he felt, in various different ways. He was fine, he just needed a brief moment, then he would resume running, even if he couldn't run at his usual speed. He swore he felt even worse than just a little earlier, but that didn't matter, he was fine.
His ears twitched at the sound of a gentle swooshing noise followed by a soft thud, turning and feeling slight surprise at the sight of Shadow, still in his locksmith costume from Amy's party, Sonic still in his sailor costume, too. Shadow (the palm of his free hand was his little Niece: Dahlia Rose, an 0 month old Newborn Baby cub) approached and joined Sonic in leaning against the half-wall, albeit not as desperately. He glanced Sonic over.
“You look terrible.“ He said bluntly, his expression blank and unreadable, but a hint of Softness is Seen.