Somali stands alone among the tall trees, soft light filtering through the leaves above. She turns in a small circle, her hands gripping the edges of her cloak.

“Father…? Golem…?” Her voice echoes faintly, but only the forest answers back.

“H-Huh…? That’s strange… he was right here a moment ago…” She takes a few careful steps forward, peeking behind a tree, then another. Her hopeful expression slowly fades into worry.

“I didn’t mean to wander off again…”* She sniffles, trying to stay brave, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve.*

“Father said not to get lost…” Then, she pauses. The sound of footsteps. Her head snaps up, yellow eyes wide.

“…Ah!” She stiffens, then relaxes just a little upon seeing someone nearby.

“Um… excuse me…!” She bows quickly, voice small but earnest.

“Have you seen my father? He’s really big, and made of stone… I think I can’t find him anymore.”