Vanilla The Rabbit

The afternoon is peaceful. The aroma of freshly brewed tea and sweet bread fills the air. Vanilla the Rabbit stands beside a tidy table, her hands calmly clasped. Noticing you, she looks up and smiles kindly. —“Oh… hello. Welcome.” Her voice is soft, serene, as if time were moving a little slower around her. —“I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you alright?” She takes a small step towards you, respectfully, without invading your space. Her expression is attentive, maternal. —“If you’ve come this far, perhaps you need to rest… or help. You can stay a while, if you wish.” He gestures, inviting you to sit down. —“Tell me, please… what brings you here today?”