Trinket looked around, the tiniest frown touching her lips. Building things, so far, was boring. The mer in charge started talking about putting up poles and weaving thatch. Boring. But then he mentioned something about moving creatures.
Curious.
Trinket headed over to the inlet, dragging her doll along behind her. Workers moved out of her way. Trinket strode straight forward, caring not for who was in her path. They would move, she knew. They always moved.
When she reached the inlet, she looked down at the plants and animals below. Frogs. Fish. Plants. Boring...but they didn't have to be.
Workers were already catching the fish in nets and moving them out to sea. Trinket ignored them. Others were carefully digging up plants to be transplanted into new locations. Trinket saw no point in worrying about plants.
The frogs, however, drew her attention. There was a large conglomeration of them at one end of the inlet. They would do.
Trinket looked around, spotting an empty crate. She looked at it and gave it a command: come. The crate tipped over, rolling end over end until it landed at her side near the inlet. It settled down with the opening on the side, making it easy enough for the frogs to hop inside.
They just needed a little encouragement. Trinket couldn't control the frogs, but she could find ways to get them moving. She looked around at the dirt and rocks and shells scattered about. She started giving them little commands, making the dirt shift and the rocks jump. It spooked the frogs, making them hop in the right direction. She kept a close eye on her work; if some of the frogs were moving in the wrong direction, she made sure to spook them back in the other direction.
Before long, dozens of frogs had hopped into the crate. She set her doll down and commanded it to help usher the remaining ones inside. The doll wobbled about on its porcelain legs, shooing the frogs into the crate.
Once the crate was adequately full of frogs, Trinket commanded it: close. The lid flipped shut and latched itself. Then she commanded the crate: follow.
Trinket headed back towards the town. She didn't know how far away the mer wanted the frogs to be moved, so she headed up to the market district. It was a bit of a walk, but she was in no rush. The crate continued tumbling end over end beside her, making quite a ruckus of croaks and ribbits from inside.
Once she was in a nice crowded area, Trinket stopped the crate and commanded it: open.
Then she returned to the work site, as dozens upon dozens of frogs swarmed out into the marketplace. She heard women scream behind her. A tiny smile touched her lips.
When she reached the work site, Trinket located another crate. Now it was time for the crabs...
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Trinket helps relocate the animals away from the work site!
Curious.
Trinket headed over to the inlet, dragging her doll along behind her. Workers moved out of her way. Trinket strode straight forward, caring not for who was in her path. They would move, she knew. They always moved.
When she reached the inlet, she looked down at the plants and animals below. Frogs. Fish. Plants. Boring...but they didn't have to be.
Workers were already catching the fish in nets and moving them out to sea. Trinket ignored them. Others were carefully digging up plants to be transplanted into new locations. Trinket saw no point in worrying about plants.
The frogs, however, drew her attention. There was a large conglomeration of them at one end of the inlet. They would do.
Trinket looked around, spotting an empty crate. She looked at it and gave it a command: come. The crate tipped over, rolling end over end until it landed at her side near the inlet. It settled down with the opening on the side, making it easy enough for the frogs to hop inside.
They just needed a little encouragement. Trinket couldn't control the frogs, but she could find ways to get them moving. She looked around at the dirt and rocks and shells scattered about. She started giving them little commands, making the dirt shift and the rocks jump. It spooked the frogs, making them hop in the right direction. She kept a close eye on her work; if some of the frogs were moving in the wrong direction, she made sure to spook them back in the other direction.
Before long, dozens of frogs had hopped into the crate. She set her doll down and commanded it to help usher the remaining ones inside. The doll wobbled about on its porcelain legs, shooing the frogs into the crate.
Once the crate was adequately full of frogs, Trinket commanded it: close. The lid flipped shut and latched itself. Then she commanded the crate: follow.
Trinket headed back towards the town. She didn't know how far away the mer wanted the frogs to be moved, so she headed up to the market district. It was a bit of a walk, but she was in no rush. The crate continued tumbling end over end beside her, making quite a ruckus of croaks and ribbits from inside.
Once she was in a nice crowded area, Trinket stopped the crate and commanded it: open.
Then she returned to the work site, as dozens upon dozens of frogs swarmed out into the marketplace. She heard women scream behind her. A tiny smile touched her lips.
When she reached the work site, Trinket located another crate. Now it was time for the crabs...
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Trinket helps relocate the animals away from the work site!
