Trinket stepped through the gardens on bare feet, holding her doll against her chest. The birds chirping in the trees grew silent upon her approach. She paid them no mind.
One foot after another left the soft grass for the cold paving stones that led up to the shrine. Trinket glanced from side to side, noticing the offerings scattered here and there. Curious. Flowers, peaches, small knick-knacks and the like, all laid out to garner the favor of one god or another. The attempts of mortals to reach to those that stood above them.
She turned her attention back to the shrine itself. She had brought no offering. She wasn't sure if one was needed. She had knowledge of such things, of the hows and the whats of the world. But not the whys. Not even, it seemed, the "why" of her own existence.
She stopped before the shrine and placed her doll on the ground, next to the offerings. She looked this way and that, unblinking, her dark eyes scanning the surrounding stones and the trees above.
"Father?" she asked, her voice soft. "I have questions for you."
One foot after another left the soft grass for the cold paving stones that led up to the shrine. Trinket glanced from side to side, noticing the offerings scattered here and there. Curious. Flowers, peaches, small knick-knacks and the like, all laid out to garner the favor of one god or another. The attempts of mortals to reach to those that stood above them.
She turned her attention back to the shrine itself. She had brought no offering. She wasn't sure if one was needed. She had knowledge of such things, of the hows and the whats of the world. But not the whys. Not even, it seemed, the "why" of her own existence.
She stopped before the shrine and placed her doll on the ground, next to the offerings. She looked this way and that, unblinking, her dark eyes scanning the surrounding stones and the trees above.
"Father?" she asked, her voice soft. "I have questions for you."
