Trinket looked down at the tooth. She tilted her head one way, then the other. Her doll, held against her chest, mimicked the movements.
"Axes are for cutting things. What do you need to cut with a tooth axe?"
She studied the tooth carefully. It was not shaped like an axe. She knew, quite generally, what an axe looked like. But not specifically. Not the way a smith would know it.
Still, she decided to try. She commanded the tooth: bend.
The tooth flexed into a curved, half-moon shape. Perhaps not the shape of an axe blade. But as close as she could picture it in her mind.
"Axes are for cutting things. What do you need to cut with a tooth axe?"
She studied the tooth carefully. It was not shaped like an axe. She knew, quite generally, what an axe looked like. But not specifically. Not the way a smith would know it.
Still, she decided to try. She commanded the tooth: bend.
The tooth flexed into a curved, half-moon shape. Perhaps not the shape of an axe blade. But as close as she could picture it in her mind.
