Trinket considered how best to phrase the thoughts tumbling around in her head. "You're very...still."
She looked the woman up and down. "Most people hurry all over the place. Their lives are very boring. So I make them more interesting. And then they have a day that is different from every other day of their lives."
She looked around the path they were walking. Everything was still. Quiet. Unmoving. Boring. Except for the woman.
"You're very still. You aren't hurrying. That's boring. But you don't care that it's boring. You aren't trying to hurry along to something more interesting, like everyone else does. So I don't know how to make things more interesting for you."
There was, perhaps, more behind her glassy black eyes. But she wasn't sure how to express it. So she distilled it down to the most direct question she could think of.
"Why are you so still?"
She looked the woman up and down. "Most people hurry all over the place. Their lives are very boring. So I make them more interesting. And then they have a day that is different from every other day of their lives."
She looked around the path they were walking. Everything was still. Quiet. Unmoving. Boring. Except for the woman.
"You're very still. You aren't hurrying. That's boring. But you don't care that it's boring. You aren't trying to hurry along to something more interesting, like everyone else does. So I don't know how to make things more interesting for you."
There was, perhaps, more behind her glassy black eyes. But she wasn't sure how to express it. So she distilled it down to the most direct question she could think of.
"Why are you so still?"
