"Remi," Trinket said with the tiniest nod. She knew the name, though they had never met. Perhaps she would seek him out. He was, in a way, a brother of sorts. At least, that was how Trinket viewed him.
She sat through the rest of his lecture with no expression. She did not know how to respond to some of what he said. She knew the definition to be "sassy" or "rude." But she did not truly understand such things. She thought about her words and behavior, and could not find a way to attribute those descriptions to them. Clearly, she needed to learn more. Much more.
Still, she did as she was told. She commanded the doll to return. It waddled back over to her side. She picked it up and held it with one arm.
"I would rather you not kill me," she said with an almost imperceptible nod. "Since I don't have an axe yet. I'll go get one."
She turned and stepped outside the forge, stopping just past the entryway. She turned and looked back at the blacksmith. She considered his own words and behavior. She was not sure of her response, but she considered one logical answer to the situation.
"I think," she said, her tone flat and emotionless, "it is quite rude to tell a child people might want to kill her for asking simple questions. And it is very rude to threaten to break someone's doll. Very rude indeed." With these last words, her tone was hinted with the first hint of emotion she had expressed during the entire exchange. The idea of someone hurting her doll made her quite irate. Moreso than the implication that she might herself be killed.
"I'll come back some other time. When you aren't running late to meet a god."
She sat through the rest of his lecture with no expression. She did not know how to respond to some of what he said. She knew the definition to be "sassy" or "rude." But she did not truly understand such things. She thought about her words and behavior, and could not find a way to attribute those descriptions to them. Clearly, she needed to learn more. Much more.
Still, she did as she was told. She commanded the doll to return. It waddled back over to her side. She picked it up and held it with one arm.
"I would rather you not kill me," she said with an almost imperceptible nod. "Since I don't have an axe yet. I'll go get one."
She turned and stepped outside the forge, stopping just past the entryway. She turned and looked back at the blacksmith. She considered his own words and behavior. She was not sure of her response, but she considered one logical answer to the situation.
"I think," she said, her tone flat and emotionless, "it is quite rude to tell a child people might want to kill her for asking simple questions. And it is very rude to threaten to break someone's doll. Very rude indeed." With these last words, her tone was hinted with the first hint of emotion she had expressed during the entire exchange. The idea of someone hurting her doll made her quite irate. Moreso than the implication that she might herself be killed.
"I'll come back some other time. When you aren't running late to meet a god."
