Trinket watched the movements carefully. She was good at watching. Whenever she played games, she watched the people she was playing with. She watched their screams, their reactions to the games. She always watched close, always remembered everything she watched.
She did her best to mimic the movements. Her memory of the movements was perfect...her ability to mimic them, not so much. She struggled to raise the axe to the correct position. Her swings were slow and clumsy. She swung again and again, each time at the same angle, the same grip as Sah had shown her. She managed to clip the dummy a bit, since it was moving so slow. A few bits of straw floated gently down to the floor.
Off to the side, the doll mimicked each movement, its tiny arms swinging through the air as if it bore an invisible axe.
"Axes are heavy," Trinket said. "How do I get stronger?" She knew that exercise could make someone stronger, but that didn't sound like fun.
She did her best to mimic the movements. Her memory of the movements was perfect...her ability to mimic them, not so much. She struggled to raise the axe to the correct position. Her swings were slow and clumsy. She swung again and again, each time at the same angle, the same grip as Sah had shown her. She managed to clip the dummy a bit, since it was moving so slow. A few bits of straw floated gently down to the floor.
Off to the side, the doll mimicked each movement, its tiny arms swinging through the air as if it bore an invisible axe.
"Axes are heavy," Trinket said. "How do I get stronger?" She knew that exercise could make someone stronger, but that didn't sound like fun.
