Trinket gave the smallest of nods. "You have to kill to win the game. I know that." The mershark had taught her about the killing game. "You need the axe to kill so that you can win. I understand."
"I like games," she said, holding her doll against her chest. "But I don't have an axe. Should I get one?"
She looked around at the various tools of the forge. She didn't know how to use them. She understood their purpose, the design behind each. But to know is not the same as being able to do. But the tools were interesting. Many types, many designs, many uses. Variety was always curious.
She gave another tiny, almost imperceptible nod. And it was possible, though hard to see, that the doll might have mimicked the movement with its tiny porcelain head.
"Can I have an axe?" she asked.
"I like games," she said, holding her doll against her chest. "But I don't have an axe. Should I get one?"
She looked around at the various tools of the forge. She didn't know how to use them. She understood their purpose, the design behind each. But to know is not the same as being able to do. But the tools were interesting. Many types, many designs, many uses. Variety was always curious.
She gave another tiny, almost imperceptible nod. And it was possible, though hard to see, that the doll might have mimicked the movement with its tiny porcelain head.
"Can I have an axe?" she asked.
