"I don't want to hear about a dead body," Trinket said with the tiniest huff. "I want to see one myself. Is there a dead body near your home? That would be more interesting than a warm drink. Warm drinks are boring."
She looked around, finding no signs of dead bodies nearby. Digging for dead bodies was boring if she couldn't find one quickly. The crying trees had been interesting to see, but she had seen them, and she was ready to do something else.
"We can go to your house," Trinket said with a tiny nod. "We can find a new game to play there. What kind of game do you want to play?"
She held her doll against her chest, waiting to be led to a new place to play. She watched the woman, holding perfectly still, not blinking, not a single muscle moving. Still as the dead. Cold as the doll in her arms. The doll, too, stared up at the woman with unblinking eyes. Watching. Waiting.
She looked around, finding no signs of dead bodies nearby. Digging for dead bodies was boring if she couldn't find one quickly. The crying trees had been interesting to see, but she had seen them, and she was ready to do something else.
"We can go to your house," Trinket said with a tiny nod. "We can find a new game to play there. What kind of game do you want to play?"
She held her doll against her chest, waiting to be led to a new place to play. She watched the woman, holding perfectly still, not blinking, not a single muscle moving. Still as the dead. Cold as the doll in her arms. The doll, too, stared up at the woman with unblinking eyes. Watching. Waiting.
