"The trees are made from dead people," Trinket said with a small nod. "Let's play 'Hide and Seek.' The dead people are hiding. You and I are the seekers. Let's find the dead people."
She looked around, not seeing any dead people around. Just the twisted, horrid trees that she rather liked. The trees were supposed to me formed from the spirits of the dead. Trinket wondered if they marked the graves of the dead.
She walked over to the nearest tree and looked down at the dirt. She couldn't command the living tree. But she could command the dirt.
Move she commanded it. The dirt started moving itself, digging out a hole in the ground. The hole dug deeper and deeper, the dirt sliding off to the side, making piles in the snow on either side of the tree. Trinket simply stood there, motionless, not a single twitch touching her face. She watched the hole, waiting to see if a dead person would appear.
The doll kept watching the other girl, its eyes never wavering, never blinking.
She looked around, not seeing any dead people around. Just the twisted, horrid trees that she rather liked. The trees were supposed to me formed from the spirits of the dead. Trinket wondered if they marked the graves of the dead.
She walked over to the nearest tree and looked down at the dirt. She couldn't command the living tree. But she could command the dirt.
Move she commanded it. The dirt started moving itself, digging out a hole in the ground. The hole dug deeper and deeper, the dirt sliding off to the side, making piles in the snow on either side of the tree. Trinket simply stood there, motionless, not a single twitch touching her face. She watched the hole, waiting to see if a dead person would appear.
The doll kept watching the other girl, its eyes never wavering, never blinking.
