A small child wandered into one of the many open-walled restaurants that dotted Torchline's streets. A thatch roof overhead covered the area in shade from the hot sun. Tables were scattered around, with torches lining the area along the edge of the street. A simple brass chandelier hung overhead. A scattering of people sat at the tables, eating, drinking, and chatting.
Trinket walked in holding a small porcelain doll against her chest. She looked this way and that, the doll mimicking her every motion, its head turning left, then right, in time with her own movements. Two pairs of glassy black eyes considered all of the people. Such curious people. They gathered here in one place, then sat so far apart from each other. Together yet alone.
Boring.
Two pairs of black eyes fell on a small wooden tub, filled with dirty dishes and tableware. A boy was clearing dirty dishes from the tables and placing them in the tub. A few forks, spoons, and knives were poking out from the top of the stacks.
Trinket and the doll tilted their heads, studying the tableware. A thought arose. A curious thought.
Standing right in the entryway, without moving, she reached out her mind to command the objects to move. The tableware clattered and clacked, the shapes bending and twisting around each other. The twisted metal formed into a shape not unlike a spider, which crawled out of the tub on legs made of knives and spoons. It scurried across the floor, the metal legs making a clatter-clink-clatter as the spider crawled under the tables. It wove between the legs of chairs and patrons alike, until it chose one at random, and began crawling up the patron's leg...
Trinket walked in holding a small porcelain doll against her chest. She looked this way and that, the doll mimicking her every motion, its head turning left, then right, in time with her own movements. Two pairs of glassy black eyes considered all of the people. Such curious people. They gathered here in one place, then sat so far apart from each other. Together yet alone.
Boring.
Two pairs of black eyes fell on a small wooden tub, filled with dirty dishes and tableware. A boy was clearing dirty dishes from the tables and placing them in the tub. A few forks, spoons, and knives were poking out from the top of the stacks.
Trinket and the doll tilted their heads, studying the tableware. A thought arose. A curious thought.
Standing right in the entryway, without moving, she reached out her mind to command the objects to move. The tableware clattered and clacked, the shapes bending and twisting around each other. The twisted metal formed into a shape not unlike a spider, which crawled out of the tub on legs made of knives and spoons. It scurried across the floor, the metal legs making a clatter-clink-clatter as the spider crawled under the tables. It wove between the legs of chairs and patrons alike, until it chose one at random, and began crawling up the patron's leg...
