Trinket paused for a long moment to consider the woman's words. She stood silently, not a muscle twitching, as thoughts tumbled around in her head. The only movement was the slight rustling of her hair in the wind, the only sound the light lapping of water against her feet.
Finally, she said, "Lots of people told me someone will try to kill me. Why would you want to protect me? I go lots of places. You'd have to go lots of places to protect me wherever I go."
"I like to play games because games are fun. Most people are boring. They do the same thing every day. Get up. Go to work. Eat. Work. Sleep. Do it all again tomorrow. That's boring."
She gave the tiniest of nods. "When I play games with people, their day gets to be interesting. They get to have a day they'll never forget."
When Freya asked about the doll, Trinket held her up with two outstretched arms. "She's not a puppet. She's my friend. What she means to me is that she likes to play."
The doll stared at Freya with its glassy, unblinking eyes, one eye still covered with an old, dried bloodstain.
The doll gave the tiniest of nods.
Finally, she said, "Lots of people told me someone will try to kill me. Why would you want to protect me? I go lots of places. You'd have to go lots of places to protect me wherever I go."
"I like to play games because games are fun. Most people are boring. They do the same thing every day. Get up. Go to work. Eat. Work. Sleep. Do it all again tomorrow. That's boring."
She gave the tiniest of nods. "When I play games with people, their day gets to be interesting. They get to have a day they'll never forget."
When Freya asked about the doll, Trinket held her up with two outstretched arms. "She's not a puppet. She's my friend. What she means to me is that she likes to play."
The doll stared at Freya with its glassy, unblinking eyes, one eye still covered with an old, dried bloodstain.
The doll gave the tiniest of nods.
