It had been warm in Torchline.
Trinket was shivering long before she reached the village. The skyship she'd stowed away on, as she often did, had docked just a few minutes earlier at the Observatory, and the passengers had quickly hurried off to get inside and away from the cold. Trinket had waited, as usual, below decks, waiting for the other passengers to disembark. It was easier to avoid notice that way.
Emerging from the warmth of the lower decks and onto the skyport had immediately sent chills down Trinket's spine. She normally ignored the cold; cold was boring, and not worth her attention. But her body had other ideas, and try as she might to ignore the weather, she found herself shivering, teeth chattering, as she trudged barefoot through the snow.
She hugged her doll against her chest, tighter than usual, blinking through the snow that clung to her eyelashes. Barely anyone was out in the snowfall, most of them already having sought shelter indoors. They would be bundled up in front of the fire, drinking warm drinks, and staying comfortable.
Warm drinks in front of the fire were boring...but she realized that was what she needed right now.
Fire, and a warm coat and boots. Maybe some socks as well. And a thicker dress; the old, worn black dress she wore was the only clothing she owned, and it was hardly fitting for the weather.
She looked around, searching for a shop she could steal these things from. Stealing was easy. She simply told what she wanted to come to her, took it, and left. But there were no shops open on the bitter cold day.
Torchline had definitely been warmer.
Trinket was shivering long before she reached the village. The skyship she'd stowed away on, as she often did, had docked just a few minutes earlier at the Observatory, and the passengers had quickly hurried off to get inside and away from the cold. Trinket had waited, as usual, below decks, waiting for the other passengers to disembark. It was easier to avoid notice that way.
Emerging from the warmth of the lower decks and onto the skyport had immediately sent chills down Trinket's spine. She normally ignored the cold; cold was boring, and not worth her attention. But her body had other ideas, and try as she might to ignore the weather, she found herself shivering, teeth chattering, as she trudged barefoot through the snow.
She hugged her doll against her chest, tighter than usual, blinking through the snow that clung to her eyelashes. Barely anyone was out in the snowfall, most of them already having sought shelter indoors. They would be bundled up in front of the fire, drinking warm drinks, and staying comfortable.
Warm drinks in front of the fire were boring...but she realized that was what she needed right now.
Fire, and a warm coat and boots. Maybe some socks as well. And a thicker dress; the old, worn black dress she wore was the only clothing she owned, and it was hardly fitting for the weather.
She looked around, searching for a shop she could steal these things from. Stealing was easy. She simply told what she wanted to come to her, took it, and left. But there were no shops open on the bitter cold day.
Torchline had definitely been warmer.
