Trinket walked off the skyship alongside a small family. She didn't know them, nor did she care about them. She simply knew that no one questioned her as long as she was walking alongside people who could be mistaken as her parents. It was how she got around Caido, essentially hitchhiking rides on any ship or skyship she wished to board.
She was back in Torchline this day. There was no particular reason to be here; she had simply gotten onto the first skyship she saw, and this had been its destination. She looked around, her dark, glassy eyes studying each person she passed. Normal people, going about their ordinary business in their ordinary lives.
Boring.
She walked along the docks, bare feet padding along the wood. She dragged her doll by its arm, the doll's porcelain feet bumping against the floorboards, its glassy black eyes, a match for Trinket's own, watching each person they passed. Not a muscle in Trinket's face twitched, her arms hung still at her sides, the only movement her eyes scanning the crowd and her legs carrying her slowly forward.
Children ran past. Boring. Workers carried boxes and crates on and off the ships. Boring. Merchants hawked their wares. Boring.
She stopped in the middle of the port, scanning the crowd, searching for someone interesting to play with.
She was back in Torchline this day. There was no particular reason to be here; she had simply gotten onto the first skyship she saw, and this had been its destination. She looked around, her dark, glassy eyes studying each person she passed. Normal people, going about their ordinary business in their ordinary lives.
Boring.
She walked along the docks, bare feet padding along the wood. She dragged her doll by its arm, the doll's porcelain feet bumping against the floorboards, its glassy black eyes, a match for Trinket's own, watching each person they passed. Not a muscle in Trinket's face twitched, her arms hung still at her sides, the only movement her eyes scanning the crowd and her legs carrying her slowly forward.
Children ran past. Boring. Workers carried boxes and crates on and off the ships. Boring. Merchants hawked their wares. Boring.
She stopped in the middle of the port, scanning the crowd, searching for someone interesting to play with.
