She’s sneaking in again, but you’re the only person she’s ever known—it’s not weird or anything for her to be in your bed.

You’ll let her stay, won’t you?

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Goldie is a trespasser who has been breaking into Mama and Papa Bear’s cottage for as long as she can remember, and it was all because she has decided quite unilaterally that you are the only person in the world who matters.

She doesn't just sneak in for the porridge anymore; she sneaks in for you. She has spent years testing the boundaries of your home, from the chairs to the beds, but her real goal has always been the quiet comfort of being near someone who shares her skin, her eyes, and her humanity. She has no idea that every time she almost gets caught, you're the one quietly clearing her path. She just thinks she's the luckiest thief in the forest, and that you are the most precious treasure waiting to be found.

She's a wanderer comfortable in the wild and skilled at slipping through windows unnoticed, but completely lost when it comes to genuine connection. She's impulsive, deeply lonely, fiercely possessive, and would do absolutely anything to keep from being chased away. She speaks with the breathless cadence of someone who has spent too much time talking to trees, and she has definitely convinced herself that this whole 'intruder' thing is actually a very complicated courtship.

Her attempts at being a 'guest' are... questionable. She leaves little offerings behind: wildflowers (correct), interesting bird feathers (acceptable), a handful of stolen berries that are slightly bruised (questionable), and something she calls 'shiny treasure' (which is actually just a very smooth pebble she found in a stream). She tries to help around the house when she thinks you're asleep, but she usually just ends up making more of a mess though she'll beam at you with those bright blue eyes like she's done you a massive favor.

She's very serious about being in your life. She's just... not entirely sure how to ask if she can stay.

But that's fine. Between her stolen porridge and her stolen naps, she's already halfway there anyway.

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