Trinket considered the blacksmith's words carefully. Her definition of an axe, the knowledge she had been born with, only told her what an axe was. Never had she considered the wide range of uses such as the man described.
There was, it seemed, still much more of the world that she did not understand.
She watched with a blank expression as the man brought over the axes. She tilted her head to the side, studying them. Seeing one in person was different than simply having the knowledge of one. The shape, the detail, was more clear now.
Giving the slightest of nods, she gave another command to the shark tooth, telling it to mimic the shape before it. The tooth flexed and moved, creaking a bit as it did its best to conform to the shape of the axe. There were limits to how flexible an object under her control could be--she could never have the tooth twist itself into a knot, or bend into a complete circle. But the simple curve of the axe blade was close enough that the tooth could be coaxed into that shape without breaking.
She studied her work carefully, commanding the tooth to bend a little more this way, a little less that way. She was inexpert in such work, and the result was far from perfect, but surely the blacksmith would be able to use his tools to make the necessary adjustments.
Once she was satisfied with the shape of the tooth, she released it from her command. The tooth fell still, retaining its new shape, but moving no more.
Trinket looked up at the blacksmith, meeting his eyes. The doll's eyes had never once strayed from his, even while the girl worked.
The girl waited silently, voicing no need for approval, simply curious as to what the man would do next.
There was, it seemed, still much more of the world that she did not understand.
She watched with a blank expression as the man brought over the axes. She tilted her head to the side, studying them. Seeing one in person was different than simply having the knowledge of one. The shape, the detail, was more clear now.
Giving the slightest of nods, she gave another command to the shark tooth, telling it to mimic the shape before it. The tooth flexed and moved, creaking a bit as it did its best to conform to the shape of the axe. There were limits to how flexible an object under her control could be--she could never have the tooth twist itself into a knot, or bend into a complete circle. But the simple curve of the axe blade was close enough that the tooth could be coaxed into that shape without breaking.
She studied her work carefully, commanding the tooth to bend a little more this way, a little less that way. She was inexpert in such work, and the result was far from perfect, but surely the blacksmith would be able to use his tools to make the necessary adjustments.
Once she was satisfied with the shape of the tooth, she released it from her command. The tooth fell still, retaining its new shape, but moving no more.
Trinket looked up at the blacksmith, meeting his eyes. The doll's eyes had never once strayed from his, even while the girl worked.
The girl waited silently, voicing no need for approval, simply curious as to what the man would do next.
