"Why does killing change you forever?" Trinket asked, her tone flat and emotionless, except perhaps for a tinge of curiosity. "I would think it would change the other person. Forever."
She stared deep into his eyes with these words. The flames of the forge reflected in her dark eyes, giving them a slight tinge of red.
She stared at him silently. Silent. Silent. She moved not a muscle, waiting quietly as thoughts churned around in her head. As she waited and thought, the doll's head turned completely around, watching for a moment as a passerby walked past the doorway to the forge. When the passerby was gone, the doll's head completed its turn, once again staring up at the blacksmith with the same black, glassy eyes as the girl.
Finally, Trinket said, "I need an axe to carve, fell trees, or split an enemy's head."
She awaited his response, her gaze never wavering, her black eyes never blinking.
She stared deep into his eyes with these words. The flames of the forge reflected in her dark eyes, giving them a slight tinge of red.
She stared at him silently. Silent. Silent. She moved not a muscle, waiting quietly as thoughts churned around in her head. As she waited and thought, the doll's head turned completely around, watching for a moment as a passerby walked past the doorway to the forge. When the passerby was gone, the doll's head completed its turn, once again staring up at the blacksmith with the same black, glassy eyes as the girl.
Finally, Trinket said, "I need an axe to carve, fell trees, or split an enemy's head."
She awaited his response, her gaze never wavering, her black eyes never blinking.
