Trinket watched the merfolk's movements, her unblinking eyes scanning the offered fin. Swim. They were inviting her to swim.
She knew the word, "swim." She understood what it meant. But she had never done it before. She wasn't sure if she could.
She didn't know fear of the water, she only knew curiosity. But her curiosity, for now, was focused on the game.
"Bring one to me," she said, pointing to the water. Hunt was not the game they were playing. They were playing kill. "Bring one to me so it can be my turn."
She waited, holding the doll under one arm. The doll's legs dangled lifelessly, its eyes staring blankly at the merfolk. The doll's blank, porcelain stare matched the girl's own face. As if she herself were a doll.
"Bring one to me. It's my turn."
She knew the word, "swim." She understood what it meant. But she had never done it before. She wasn't sure if she could.
She didn't know fear of the water, she only knew curiosity. But her curiosity, for now, was focused on the game.
"Bring one to me," she said, pointing to the water. Hunt was not the game they were playing. They were playing kill. "Bring one to me so it can be my turn."
She waited, holding the doll under one arm. The doll's legs dangled lifelessly, its eyes staring blankly at the merfolk. The doll's blank, porcelain stare matched the girl's own face. As if she herself were a doll.
"Bring one to me. It's my turn."
