Trinket walked across the colorful stone, her feet splashing slightly in the prismatic water that sprayed across the shoreline. Wanderings had brought her here, but this was a boring place. Colors weren't interesting, even when there were so many colors in one place.
Perhaps without meaning to, her feet strode along the deepest red tracks of stone. The water lapping across the stone stained her feet blood red. She dragged her doll along behind her, its porcelain feet bumping into small blood red rocks, sending them skittering across the shores. The sunlight reflecting off the red waters reflected on the doll's face, obscuring the old, dried bloodstain that covered one of the doll's eyes.
Trinket stopped, standing in ankle-deep water. The waters were cold, but she wasn't interested in the cold. She was aware of it, but nothing more.
Empty shores were boring. Colorful rocks and waves were boring.
She turned towards the bridge that would lead back to the city. Perhaps, she thought, she might find someone along the way to play with...
Perhaps without meaning to, her feet strode along the deepest red tracks of stone. The water lapping across the stone stained her feet blood red. She dragged her doll along behind her, its porcelain feet bumping into small blood red rocks, sending them skittering across the shores. The sunlight reflecting off the red waters reflected on the doll's face, obscuring the old, dried bloodstain that covered one of the doll's eyes.
Trinket stopped, standing in ankle-deep water. The waters were cold, but she wasn't interested in the cold. She was aware of it, but nothing more.
Empty shores were boring. Colorful rocks and waves were boring.
She turned towards the bridge that would lead back to the city. Perhaps, she thought, she might find someone along the way to play with...
