The ever so slightest of frowns touched Trinket's lips. She did not have understanding. And, it seemed, there were not the right questions to ask in order to gain the understanding she sought.
"You should ask Frey why they chose you," she said with a tiny nod. "Then when I ask you next time, you can tell me." This made sense to her. Surely Frey would be able to answer such a simple question. Though what she knew of the gods--which was little--told her that nothing was ever simple when dealing with them. She would have to learn why.
"I'm going to talk to Ludo," she continued. "I'm going to ask him why he made me. Because he didn't give me that knowledge." She had been created with the knowledge of all the things in the world. Animals, objects, places, words. But knowledge wasn't enough. Many of the things she knew did not make sense. Her mind was like a jumbled basket, filled with millions of bits of knowledge, but no way of understanding how to connect the pieces all together. It was chaos. And while chaos was interesting, she needed something more.
"You should ask Frey why they chose you," she said with a tiny nod. "Then when I ask you next time, you can tell me." This made sense to her. Surely Frey would be able to answer such a simple question. Though what she knew of the gods--which was little--told her that nothing was ever simple when dealing with them. She would have to learn why.
"I'm going to talk to Ludo," she continued. "I'm going to ask him why he made me. Because he didn't give me that knowledge." She had been created with the knowledge of all the things in the world. Animals, objects, places, words. But knowledge wasn't enough. Many of the things she knew did not make sense. Her mind was like a jumbled basket, filled with millions of bits of knowledge, but no way of understanding how to connect the pieces all together. It was chaos. And while chaos was interesting, she needed something more.
