"Rae," Trinket said with a slight nod. "They made the birds. They will probably make more." The knowledge she'd been given taught her about Rae, the God of Nature. But she had never made the connection between that and the actual birth of new animals into the world. These pieces of knowledge floated around in her head, but they were not connected to each other, until she asked questions and learned new things to make the pieces of her knowledge fit together.
She followed along as the caretaker left the trail, her bare feet, already dirty, picking up more dust along the way. She held her doll against her chest, the doll's head swiveling back and forth, its lifeless eyes scanning the land and the trees, perhaps for a glimpse of more birds.
"How does Rae make the animals?" Trinket asked. It was one thing to know that Rae did this deed, but the how and why of it remained a mystery to her. "Is it magic? Does a new bird need to come from an egg, or does Rae make the bird first, then the bird lays eggs to make more birds?" She knew of the lifecycle of birds and beasts, but if a species was brand new, she had no idea how the new species first came into the world. Maybe the caretaker would have the answers.
She followed along as the caretaker left the trail, her bare feet, already dirty, picking up more dust along the way. She held her doll against her chest, the doll's head swiveling back and forth, its lifeless eyes scanning the land and the trees, perhaps for a glimpse of more birds.
"How does Rae make the animals?" Trinket asked. It was one thing to know that Rae did this deed, but the how and why of it remained a mystery to her. "Is it magic? Does a new bird need to come from an egg, or does Rae make the bird first, then the bird lays eggs to make more birds?" She knew of the lifecycle of birds and beasts, but if a species was brand new, she had no idea how the new species first came into the world. Maybe the caretaker would have the answers.
