Trinket watched the storm show, the only one there who showed no outward reaction. Not a smile, not a flinch, nothing but the movement of her eyes as she watched the events unfold. Only at the end, when the confusion and panic spread, did the tiniest smirk touch her porcelain lips.
"You like to play games," she said, looking at Sah once more. "We should play a bigger game. One with more people."
She stepped outside the restaurant, doll tucked under one arm held against her chest, bare feet trodding across the wooden floor until she crossed out onto the paved street. She glanced this way and that, searching for something interesting. People walking by. Boring. Birds flying overhead. Boring. A wagon rolling past...
Curious.
Trinket tilted her head to the side, studying the wagon. It was filled with fruit. It trundled up the hill, heading towards the market. The rear gate was held shut by a secure latch, preventing the fruit from tumbling out.
Trinket and her doll looked right at the latch.
Open, she commanded it.
The latch unlocked itself and the rear gate flew open, sending dozens and dozens of melons, pineapples, apples, and kiwis tumbling down the road, picking up speed as they rolled down the hill. People dodged out of the way, shouting in alarm. The wagon driver pulled his horses to a stop and jumped off the wagon, chasing the fruit and shouting.
Trinket showed no outward reaction to her trick, except for maybe a small smirk. She stood there, watching the reactions of everyone around her. Curious. So many people, affected by so small a command. Curious indeed.
She looked back towards the man, then pointed out into the city as a whole. "Your turn."
"You like to play games," she said, looking at Sah once more. "We should play a bigger game. One with more people."
She stepped outside the restaurant, doll tucked under one arm held against her chest, bare feet trodding across the wooden floor until she crossed out onto the paved street. She glanced this way and that, searching for something interesting. People walking by. Boring. Birds flying overhead. Boring. A wagon rolling past...
Curious.
Trinket tilted her head to the side, studying the wagon. It was filled with fruit. It trundled up the hill, heading towards the market. The rear gate was held shut by a secure latch, preventing the fruit from tumbling out.
Trinket and her doll looked right at the latch.
Open, she commanded it.
The latch unlocked itself and the rear gate flew open, sending dozens and dozens of melons, pineapples, apples, and kiwis tumbling down the road, picking up speed as they rolled down the hill. People dodged out of the way, shouting in alarm. The wagon driver pulled his horses to a stop and jumped off the wagon, chasing the fruit and shouting.
Trinket showed no outward reaction to her trick, except for maybe a small smirk. She stood there, watching the reactions of everyone around her. Curious. So many people, affected by so small a command. Curious indeed.
She looked back towards the man, then pointed out into the city as a whole. "Your turn."
