"I'm Trinket," she said, her tone flat and emotionless. She stared at the woman for a long time in silence. Weighing her with her dark eyes. Not a single muscle twitching. Not even blinking.
Eventually, she spoke. "Why were you looking for a plant? What is it for?"
She eyed the plant, unmoving except for her dark eyes studying the strange looking greens. They seemed unremarkable. Boring. She couldn't see what the stranger could possibly find interesting about a plant.
Her eyes returned to the woman's, her gaze drilling into the woman, endless depths of darkness staring out from a smooth porcelain face. The doll continued to stare as well, its eyes a mirror for Trinket's own. Trinket stood so still, so silent as she awaited an answer, that she might have been a doll herself. Her delicate porcelain face was marred only by a scar on her forehead, across the temple. Matched by the old bloodstain that marked the doll's face.
Eventually, she spoke. "Why were you looking for a plant? What is it for?"
She eyed the plant, unmoving except for her dark eyes studying the strange looking greens. They seemed unremarkable. Boring. She couldn't see what the stranger could possibly find interesting about a plant.
Her eyes returned to the woman's, her gaze drilling into the woman, endless depths of darkness staring out from a smooth porcelain face. The doll continued to stare as well, its eyes a mirror for Trinket's own. Trinket stood so still, so silent as she awaited an answer, that she might have been a doll herself. Her delicate porcelain face was marred only by a scar on her forehead, across the temple. Matched by the old bloodstain that marked the doll's face.
