Trinket stood watching the forge door for a long while. People passed her by, moving around her to get past, some giving her strange looks, but most ignoring her as she ignored them. She was silent and unmoving. Her doll dangled from her hand, porcelain feet touching the ground.
The encounter with the blacksmith had been...interesting. He had answered a lot of questions. Yet she was left with more. She considered all that he had said. He said she was rude...angry...insolent...inappropriate. She did not know what to think of such things. She could not match those descriptions to the behavior that she had shown. If she had more time to talk to the blacksmith, she would ask him what she did that was rude, in what way she was insolent. But those questions would have to wait.
Unable to find more answers, she turned and walked down the street, dragging her doll by its arm behind her. The doll's eyes stared out at every passing person, black and lifeless. Trinket paid the people no mind. There were other things that occupied her attention.
First and foremost, she needed to find an axe,
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The encounter with the blacksmith had been...interesting. He had answered a lot of questions. Yet she was left with more. She considered all that he had said. He said she was rude...angry...insolent...inappropriate. She did not know what to think of such things. She could not match those descriptions to the behavior that she had shown. If she had more time to talk to the blacksmith, she would ask him what she did that was rude, in what way she was insolent. But those questions would have to wait.
Unable to find more answers, she turned and walked down the street, dragging her doll by its arm behind her. The doll's eyes stared out at every passing person, black and lifeless. Trinket paid the people no mind. There were other things that occupied her attention.
First and foremost, she needed to find an axe,
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