Trinket had no interest in the dead. The living were more interesting.
She walked among the people who had arrived for the festival. Her simple, dark dress was showing signs of wear, fraying at the hem. She dragged her doll along by its arm, the doll's tiny porcelain legs dragging along the ground. She observed the people around her with no expression. They walked around with their lanterns, paying her no mind. She knew of the ritual of the lanterns, but she did not understand its purpose. The dead were gone. They were no longer worth any concern.
Still, she watched the people with their lanterns, considering the ritual. It made no sense to her. Nothing she observed could provide any answers.
Seeking to learn more, she walked up to a person at random. Her glassy black eyes looked up at the stranger. She pulled her doll up to her chest, the doll's blood-stained face following Trinket's gaze.
"Why do you give lanterns to dead people?"
She walked among the people who had arrived for the festival. Her simple, dark dress was showing signs of wear, fraying at the hem. She dragged her doll along by its arm, the doll's tiny porcelain legs dragging along the ground. She observed the people around her with no expression. They walked around with their lanterns, paying her no mind. She knew of the ritual of the lanterns, but she did not understand its purpose. The dead were gone. They were no longer worth any concern.
Still, she watched the people with their lanterns, considering the ritual. It made no sense to her. Nothing she observed could provide any answers.
Seeking to learn more, she walked up to a person at random. Her glassy black eyes looked up at the stranger. She pulled her doll up to her chest, the doll's blood-stained face following Trinket's gaze.
"Why do you give lanterns to dead people?"
