Dayton

Dayton: The Junior Guardian Chronicles: Episode 59

They rounded the corner and the store changed. 

Not the lighting, Little Mart always did lighting like it was trying to sell you heaven. But the feeling changed. The air got warmer by a degree, the music softened into something gentler, and the floor under their shoes turned into a matte, cushioned path that swallowed footsteps instead of bouncing them back. 

A gold-and-cream arch rose ahead like the entrance to a boutique inside a museum. 

SARANDIPITY: LITTLE FIRST. ALWAYS. 

No glitter. No cartoon mascots. Just clean typography and the quiet confidence of a brand that didn’t need to beg. 

Dayton slowed. “Okay, yeah. This is… the Sarandipity zone.” 

Nicole’s eyes narrowed, guardian brain clocking angles and exits. “This is a whole installation.” 

Kinsley, perched in Nicole’s left hand, didn’t react outwardly. Her gaze stayed forward, sharp and measuring. 

It wasn’t a shelf. It wasn’t even an aisle. 

It was a habitat you could walk into. 

The featured area had been built like a life-size cutaway “home,” modular walls, soft corners, and a barely-audible hum of climate control hidden somewhere overhead. Human-scale for browsing, but staged like someone had actually asked, what does this feel like when you’re six inches tall and your whole body is closer to the floor than a houseplant? 

A sign at the entrance explained it in calm, museum voice: 

Experience a Little-Safe Living Space 
Explore endorsed products by category 
Display items are models. Purchases are retrieved from secure stock in back. 

And beneath that, smaller, like Sara speaking through the sign: 

Try it. Touch it. Ask questions. You shouldn’t have to be rich to do care right. 

Mr. Myers stepped in behind them, hands in his pockets. “So you can’t just grab things off a shelf?” 

A staff member in a black apron with a Sarandipity pin appeared at the threshold like she’d been waiting. Not pushy. Just present. 

“Everything on the floor is display,” she said politely. “We pull purchases sealed from secure stock in back. Cleaner for Littles, less handling, less contamination. If you point, I tag it. It’ll meet you at the front.” 

Nicole nodded, immediately approving. “That’s actually smart.” 

Dayton lifted her lemonade like she was toasting the concept. “Told you.” 

They stepped into the first “room.” 

The living-space mockup had a recessed “Little zone” inset into the floor behind clear railings, like a safe balcony. In it were carpet swatches laid out like a design studio, but with labels that sounded like a lab. 

Dayton crouched a little, pointing. “Okay, normal carpet is… weirdly dangerous for Littles.” 

Kinsley’s eyes flicked to her. “It’s carpet.” 

Dayton shook her head, patient. “It’s carpet when you’re our size. When you’re yours, it’s like… rope forest.” 

Nicole leaned closer, reading the placard. 

LITTLE FIRST CARPETING 
Micro-loop weave (no snag hooks) 
Low-pile compression (reduces trip-catch) 
Sealed edge binding (no fray threads) 
Fiber-shed limit (reduces respiratory irritation) 
Wash-safe, stain-safe, disinfect-safe 

Nicole tapped the “fiber-shed limit” line with one finger. “That one matters. Loose fibers get in their mouths, their noses. It’s not just gross, it’s like… choking hazard gross.” 

Dayton nodded, warming up. “Sara made them do the test where a Little walks it barefoot and in socks. Like, the fabric has to feel soft at their pressure. Because if you’re tiny, your weight doesn’t push fibers down. You’re basically always walking on the sharp part.” 

Mr. Myers frowned, trying to imagine it. “So it’s softer because… it’s built to be soft without body weight?” 

“Exactly,” Dayton said. “And the backing is grippy so it doesn’t slide. Normal rugs… a Little can literally get dragged if the rug shifts.” 

Kinsley stared at the inset “Little zone,” expression flat. She didn’t like how much sense it made. That was the problem. 

They moved into a “bedroom” mockup, and the display bed looked like something off a teen influencer’s feed… except it was Little-scale. A tiny comforter. A folded throw. Two miniature hoodies hung on pegs like they belonged to someone. 

Nicole’s gaze snagged on the clothing first. “Those are… actually cute.” 

Kinsley’s mouth twitched like she almost agreed and then refused on principle. 

Dayton pointed at a hoodie tag as if she’d rehearsed this. “Okay, this is one of Sara’s big complaints. Regular tiny clothes are just… shrunk adult fabric. They look fine, but they feel wrong.” 

“How,” Mr. Myers asked. 

Nicole answered this time, because she’d lived it. “Seams.” 

Dayton snapped her fingers. “Seams. Seams are like… ropes. And tags are like cardboard slabs. Plus most fabric we think is ‘soft’ is only soft because we’re heavy enough to compress it.” 

They stopped at a table where the fabric was displayed in cross-sections. A little card read: 

LITTLE FIRST FABRICS 
Micro-brushed inner face (soft at low pressure) 
Flatlock seams (no ridge chafe) 
Tagless printing 
Reinforced cuffs (prevents fray pull) 
Washable without warp 
Owner-safe durability (no delicate-only nonsense) 

Nicole ran her thumb over a sample, eyes narrowing in real evaluation. “This would actually stop the underarm rub.” 

Kinsley finally spoke, quiet. “I hate when the seam feels like it’s… cutting.” 

Nicole didn’t tease her. She just nodded once. “Yeah. That.” 

Dayton’s voice went softer, like she was quoting Sara from a stream. “She said if you’re going to make someone live small, the least you can do is stop letting their clothes hurt them.” 

Kinsley didn’t look up. She reached out and touched the blanket sample with two fingers, quick, like she didn’t want anyone to see her do it. 

The fabric didn’t snag. It didn’t feel like fuzzy plastic. It felt… expensive. Warm without being heavy. 

Kinsley pulled her hand back like she’d been caught. 

The habitat display sat in the corner like a piece of high-end furniture. White shell, glass front, soft internal lighting that mimicked daylight. It wasn’t “cute.” It was serious. Like a medical device disguised as decor. 

Mr. Myers read the placard out loud without realizing. “Even-radiant thermal paneling.” 

Dayton nodded. “Okay, so most habitats use heat strips. Like a reptile pad. It makes one hot spot and the rest is cooler, so a Little ends up sleeping in one corner like a lizard.” 

Nicole grimaced. “Which is fine until they get too warm, or they can’t regulate, or they get dehydrated.” 

Dayton pointed at the cutaway diagram. “This uses radiant panels around the walls and under the floor, so the temperature is even. And it monitors humidity too. Because Little lungs get irritated easier.” 

Another panel listed it like a spec sheet: 

SARANDIPITY HABITAT SYSTEM 
Even radiant heat (no hotspot corners) 
Quiet airflow (fanless, low vibration) 
Humidity stabilize (prevents dry-skin cracking) 
Cooling mode (summer spikes) 
Emergency battery reserve 
Auto-night dim cycle (sleep regulation) 
Low-height safety latch (Little-proof, owner easy) 

Nicole’s eyebrows lifted at “low vibration.” “That’s… actually huge. Some habitats vibrate like a phone on a nightstand and the Little can’t sleep.” 

Dayton glanced at her, pleased. “See. You get it.” 

Kinsley’s eyes stayed on the glass door. “It’s still a box.” 

Dayton didn’t argue. She just said, “Yeah.” 

And that was the point. Sarandipity didn’t fix the truth. It optimized the cage. 

They moved into “Collars and Comfort,” and the display wasn’t a wall of sparkly charms. It looked like a lab table. Samples mounted, cross-sections exposed, materials labeled. 

Dayton leaned in like she couldn’t help herself. “Okay, collars. Sara gets… mad about collars.” 

Nicole snorted. “Sara gets mad about everything.” 

“She gets mad about the right things,” Dayton shot back, then pointed. “Most collar liners are stiff. They’re made to last, but they rub. And if you’re a Little, a rub mark isn’t just annoying. It’s… your whole neck.” 

Mr. Myers looked uncomfortable, which was fair. The concept didn’t get easier the more you thought about it. 

The placard read: 

SARANDIPITY COLLAR DESIGN 
Memory-foam liner (pressure diffusion) 
Anti-chafe edge geometry 
Quiet hardware (reduces jingle stress) 
Washable wrap sleeve (skin-safe) 
Tag placement moved (reduces throat contact) 
Emergency break-release (guardian override) 

Nicole’s expression sharpened. “Tag placement moved is… a big deal. If the tag hits the throat when they swallow, it becomes constant stress. Constant stress becomes behavior issues. Behavior issues become ‘training.’” 

Kinsley’s face tightened at the word training. 

Dayton nodded slowly, like she was absorbing it and also filing it away for Ezra. “Sara made them add the quiet hardware. Like, the little jingle sounds cute to humans. But to a Little it’s… all day. Right by your head.” 

Kinsley muttered, “It’s like living next to a wind chime you can’t turn off.” 

Nicole’s grip adjusted gently. “Yeah.” 

Why it’s “Affordable” 

They reached the center of the mock habitat-home where a big sign hung like a mission statement, suspended from thin cables like it was too important to be allowed to touch the floor. 

PREMIUM BUILD. AFFORDABLE PRICE. 
Mass production savings 
Minimal markup 
No luxury tax on basic care 

Mr. Myers squinted up at it. “How do they even do that.” 

Dayton didn’t hesitate. She’d clearly heard this speech before. Maybe from Sara. Maybe from Chloe. Maybe from a hundred little promotional clips that ran between sections of Sara’s streams. 

“Because it’s not made out here,” she said, gesturing vaguely at the shiny retail space. “It’s made in the Little cities. Like Lilliton.” 

Nicole’s head snapped toward her. “Wait. Like… in the cities, in the cities?” 

Dayton nodded. “Yeah. Production facilities inside them. Littles work the lines. They do assembly, stitching, finishing, packaging, QA. There are Littles whose actual job is making Sarandipity stuff.” 

Mr. Myers went still in a way that wasn’t skeptical so much as careful. “They’re… paid?” 

Dayton gave him a look like the answer mattered. “Yes. Living wages. In Generitech currency, like the cities use. Like, real jobs. Real schedules. Real ‘this is my shift’ jobs.” She pointed to a smaller placard beneath the sign, the kind you had to lean in to read: 

MADE IN-CITY 
Manufactured inside Generitech Little Cities 
Little-employed production crews 
In-city testing + iteration 
Sold in-city (Little-scale goods) 

Nicole’s voice went quieter. “So it’s… made by Littles for Littles.” 

Kinsley’s gaze stayed fixed on the sign, but her posture changed. Just slightly. Like her spine had remembered what pride felt like. 

Dayton kept going, almost earnest now. “That’s why it’s cheaper and better. You don’t have a bunch of human labor overhead doing micro-stitching or tiny assembly that takes forever because their hands are too big. Littles do it faster and cleaner because it’s literally built for their scale.” 

Mr. Myers frowned. “That’s… efficient.” The word came out cautious, like he didn’t want to step on a moral landmine. 

“It’s also a point of pride,” Dayton said, and she glanced at Kinsley when she said it. “In the cities, Sarandipity sells like crazy. The clothes, the rugs, the blankets, all of it. They don’t sell habitats inside the city, obviously, but everything else? Number one seller because it’s premium without being… like, a rich-person flex.” 

Nicole murmured, “Of course it is.” 

Dayton nodded like she’d won the argument months ago. “Sara pushed for it. Hard. She didn’t want her name on something that was just a shiny label. She went to Chloe, and then she got a whole presentation in front of Mr. and Mrs. Gracewood.” 

Mr. Myers blinked. “Sara Reeves gave a presentation to the Gracewoods?” 

Dayton’s mouth twitched. “Yep. Like, full ‘here’s what I want and why.’ She basically told them, if she’s going to endorse it on TV and on her streams, it has to be something she’d defend. Something she’d fight for. Something she could look at a Little and say, ‘This is right.’” 

Kinsley finally looked at Dayton. Her expression wasn’t soft. It was sharp, complicated. But there was something in it that hadn’t been there a minute ago. 

“And Jordy?” Kinsley asked, quiet. 

Dayton nodded. “They test everything with him. Generitech people, Sara, Jordy, and the Little production teams. Like, they’ll send something back with notes that are literally ‘this seam is still too stiff’ or ‘this carpet catches at toe height.’ And the Littles doing the work care, because it’s not abstract. They’re making it for themselves, for their friends, for their city.” 

Mr. Myers let out a slow breath, staring up at the mission-statement sign like it had just grown another layer he hadn’t expected. 

Nicole adjusted Kinsley a little higher in her hand, careful. “Okay,” she said, more to herself than anyone. “That’s… actually a big deal.” 

Dayton lifted her lemonade again, like she was toasting the concept of it. “So yeah. Mass produced. Little built. Lower overhead. Better product. Sara gets to say it’s affordable without lying.” 

Kinsley’s eyes flicked back to the staged Little bed, to the folded blanket, to the collar displayed like a promise and a shackle at the same time. 

Then, very quietly, she said, “Made by Littles doesn’t fix everything.” 

Dayton didn’t argue. 

She just nodded once. “No. It doesn’t. But She’s not trying to fix the world. She’s just doing good and putting that into the world. ” 

But it did make the sign feel less like marketing. Like someone had tried, at least, to build one small corner of the system that didn’t insult them while it contained them. 

 

Nicole nodded slowly. “And because she’s Sara, they can’t just ignore her.” 

Kinsley’s eyes flicked. She knew Sara. Not as a billboard. As a person. Which made it worse and better at the same time. 

“She didn’t just slap her name on it,” Dayton said, quieter now, like she was trying to convince Kinsley more than Nicole. “They send her prototypes. She tests them with Jordy. She rejects stuff. She makes them redo things.” 

Nicole’s mouth tilted, reluctant respect. “Okay. That’s… good.” 

Kinsley stared at the staged Little bed again, at the blanket folded just so, at the collar displayed like it was jewelry and a shackle at the same time. 

Finally, she said, voice low, not comic, not dramatic. Just true. 

“It’s good,” she admitted. “It’s… the best version of it.” 

Nicole didn’t rush to fill the silence. Mr. Myers didn’t either. 

Dayton just nodded once, accepting the win without celebrating it. 

Because Sarandipity could make everything softer, safer, smarter. She could redesign carpets and clothes and habitats and collars so Littles hurt less. 

But She couldn’t redesign the fact that this whole beautiful little first world existed because the real one had decided someone like Kinsley didn’t count. 

 

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C M
C M
4 hours ago

SARANDIPITY: LITTLE FIRST. ALWAYS. ”

when are we getting that image with Sara meeting Super Fan Lethal?

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  C M
3 hours ago

Them’s fighting words. lol

C M
C M
Reply to  Lethal Ledgend
52 minutes ago

Correction: super fan, super twitch donor, and president of the sarandipity fan club lethal

Nodqfan
4 hours ago

Man, so much lore in this episode, it’s amazing. Askua has done a fantastic job with this world.

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  Nodqfan
3 hours ago

I do love a law-heavy episode, even though this Law seemed very Chloe-coded, but with Sara’s name slapped on it.

washsnowghost
4 hours ago

I love the concept of humans walking into a little habitat sized for them so they understand what it’s like for the little. I think upgrading it with outside the habitat their is giants looking into the habitat and trying to talk to them so they understood that hurtle also.

Lethal Ledgend
Reply to  washsnowghost
3 hours ago

It’s a great idea.

Lethal Ledgend
3 hours ago

0) Will we check in with Ezra anytime soon? I’m hoping to see him trying to MacGyver his way out or something.

1) “SARANDIPITY: LITTLE FIRST. ALWAYS.” That is not her motto

2) “The featured area had been built like a life-size cutaway “home,” modular walls, soft corners, and a barely-audible hum of climate control hidden somewhere overhead. Human-scale for browsing, but staged like someone had actually asked, what does this feel like when you’re six inches tall and your whole body is closer to the floor than a houseplant?” That’s actually a brilliant display idea

3) “Loose fibers get in their mouths, their noses. It’s not just gross, it’s like… choking hazard gross.” Ew, what an awful way to go.

4) “Okay, this is one of Sara’s big complaints. Regular tiny clothes are just… shrunk adult fabric. They look fine, but they feel wrong.” Hadn’t that sort of issue already been dealt with before Sara got a Little? Like Jordy was getting soft clothes his size from the start.

5) “LITTLE FIRST FABRICS” So, is Little First like a brand or a standard?

6) “She said if you’re going to make someone live small, the least you can do is stop letting their clothes hurt them.” That would fall into bare minimum category.

7) “This uses radiant panels around the walls and under the floor, so the temperature is even. And it monitors humidity too. Because Little lungs get irritated easier.” That’s incredibly useful. I wonder if she’s upgraded Jordan’s home yet or if he’s still in a repurposed fishtank

8) “Dayton didn’t argue” That’s not like her.

9) “ Sarandipity didn’t fix the truth. It optimised the cage.” More honest than her usual self

10) “Okay, collars. Sara gets… mad about collars.” Sara thinks collars are adorable

11) “Sara gets mad about everything.” I think that’s part of having depression.

12) “Most collar liners are stiff. They’re made to last, but they rub. And if you’re a Little, a rub mark isn’t just annoying. It’s… your whole neck.” I’d imagine many Littles have collar rashes.

13) “Tag placement moved is… a big deal. If the tag hits the throat when they swallow, it becomes constant stress. Constant stress becomes behavioural issues. Behaviour issues become ‘training.’” That’d be so annoying, and along with the other issues Littles face, I could see why that’d lead to lashing out.

14) “Sara made them add the quiet hardware. Like, the little jingle sounds cute to humans. But to a Little it’s… all day. Right by your head.” and you put that on Ezra

15) “It’s like living next to a wind chime you can’t turn off.” never seen a windchime with an off switch,

16) “Yeah. Production facilities inside them. Littles work the lines. They do assembly, stitching, finishing, packaging, QA. There are Littles whose actual job is making Sarandipity stuff.” Sara’s got an underbred sweatshop

17) “Manufactured inside Generitech Little Cities” The phrasing of this implies other Little Cities controlled by other companies.

18) “So it’s… made by Littles for Littles.” and designed by Littles?

19.1) “It’s also a point of pride,” I could see why they’d be proud of that.
19.2) “In the cities, Sarandipity sells like crazy. The clothes, the rugs, the blankets, all of it” I wonder if it would if they’d seen how Sara treated Jordan, especially in the first days.

20) “Sara pushed for it. Hard. She didn’t want her name on something that was just a shiny label. She went to Chloe, and then she got a whole presentation in front of Mr. and Mrs. Gracewood.” That’s one way to use her privilege.

21) “And Jordy?” – “They test everything with him” Of course, he’s involved with testing, Sara wouldn’t let him sit this shit out.

22) “So yeah. Mass produced. Little built. Lower overhead. Better product. Sara gets to say it’s affordable without lying.” Affordable to Sara isn’t necessarily affordable to everyone. But if you can already afford a Little, then I guess it’s easier to guess what else you can afford.

23) “No. It doesn’t. But She’s not trying to fix the world.” Of course not, she loves the way the world is,

24) “Kinsley’s eyes flicked. She knew Sara” when did they meet? And will we see it?

25) “She didn’t just slap her name on it, They sent her prototypes. She tests them with Jordy. She rejects stuff. She makes them redo things.” She has more power and involvement than most celebrity endorsements.

26) “Because Sarandipity could make everything softer, safer, smarter. She could redesign carpets and clothes and habitats and collars so Littles hurt less.” and turn a decent profit along the way, because her kindness always comes with a price.

Last edited 3 hours ago by Lethal Ledgend
Darkone
Darkone
Reply to  Lethal Ledgend
2 hours ago

0) But where would he go if he got out?

3) You gotta figure a lot of Littles habitats are danger zones.

6) Given the relative new nature of Smallara, most people and Littles have probably just made do with what was available and until someone stepped up and offered a better product they suffered because there was no alternative.

14) One of my pet peeves (excuse the pun).

16) Images of a sweatshop appear in my mind.

17) Does Preema Tech have a version of Little cities? If so I can imagine that they maximize their profit doing so.

21) “So Jordy, let’s test out this PETA approved shock collar.” 🤣

22) there are plenty of people that scrapped together the funds to keep their family member with them.

26) Not just her making the profit, but nothing is free.