Drossel Keinz was working in his doll shop, rearranging the dolls, putting the newer ones up front. Softly, he hummed to himself: "Built her up with wax and stone.. wax and stone, wax and stone.. built her up with wax and stone, my fair lady"
He touched the hair of the new doll he had made, a little lady with deep red hair that fell in lovely little curls. The dress was adjusted nicely on the dolls small body, and the red bow around it's waist was tied to perfection. He was quite proud of himself for making the doll, and he set it right in the middle of the new dolls on a white stand. As he was setting up the rest of his dolls, his neck clicked to the side when he heard the bell over the door ring, signaling someone had walked in. His eyes widened slightly when he saw who walked in. It was a woman, with dark blue hair that rested pinstraight against her smooth, pale face. She wore a dress like any other woman during the time, although it was a bit tighter around her body and was in a shade of midnight blue. Under her left eye, on her cheek, was a painted on symbol in purple ink. Her eyes were a pure green, and she had dark make up around her eyes, in shades of blue and green. Drossel looked down at her neck, which made him cringe slightly when he saw the stuffing that was falling out of it. She took a step forward, her movements robotic and wobbly. Before she made it very far, she collapsed onto the floor. Drossel came to her side, his neck clicking as he looked down at her. He checked her eyes, and thankfully, he could still see the pure green irises. He lifted the woman into his arms, her body was limp and smooth, and there was no doubt in his mind that she was a doll, much like himself. He locked the door to the shop, and brought her to the tower where he made his dolls. He set her down on the wooden table in the middle of the room, and bit the tip of his glove, sliding it off his hand. He did the same to the other, and tossed it onto a near by chair. He ran his finger tips over her cheek, and down her neck.

"Hmm.. made of simple clay.. but seems as though the clay was mixed with crushed diamonds.." He stood up straight and adjusted his hat.

"So I thought to myself: stitch her up"

~An hour passes~

Drossel was fixing up his little work room, getting things back in order, and sang to himself: "Stitched her up with needle and thread, needle and thread, needle and thread, stitched her up with needle and thread, my fair lady"

A moment later, he turned to see the woman stirring. "What.. is this.. place?" She said, her neck clicking as she turned it from side to side, looking around at the unfamiliar room.

Drossel stepped over and gave a bow, placing a hand over his chest as he did so. "My work room. You came into my shop, with stuffing falling out of your neck, and I patched you up" He held a mirror to her, his dollike hand showed to her, and let her know he was of her kind. She looked at the stitched and ran her own thin fingers over the stitches.

"Thank you.." She said quietly, bowed her head slightly to him, the same clicking noise echoed quietly in the spacious room.

Drossel blinked his violet eyes. "May I ask your name?"

"Emerald. My name is Emerald" She said simply, subliminally letting him know she did not have a last name.

She swung her legs off the table and landed on the floor with an audible thump. Her dark blue hair was gently as she landed, but fell right back in it's original place.

"Emerald.." Drossel said quietly, a small smile appeared on his face. "Pleasure to meet you"