Trinket stepped closer to observe what the woman was doing. Drawing. Trinket knew of drawing, but she had never done it herself. She didn't know how.
For a moment, she wondered why she hadn't been made with such ability. She had knowledge, but knowledge was not ability. Perhaps another question to ask, when the time came.
She stood in silence for a long while, letting the woman work, content simply to observe the process. It looked rather complex. Complex was interesting.
Eventually, she crouched down beside the woman, looking into the basket and its contents. A wide variety of colors, all jumbled up. Disorganized. There were many pieces to observe. Many colors to consider.
Considering the woman's words, she asked, "Why do you care for the animals?"
Then she reached into the basket to take a pencil, the young girl not stopping to consider whether or not she was allowed to do so.
For a moment, she wondered why she hadn't been made with such ability. She had knowledge, but knowledge was not ability. Perhaps another question to ask, when the time came.
She stood in silence for a long while, letting the woman work, content simply to observe the process. It looked rather complex. Complex was interesting.
Eventually, she crouched down beside the woman, looking into the basket and its contents. A wide variety of colors, all jumbled up. Disorganized. There were many pieces to observe. Many colors to consider.
Considering the woman's words, she asked, "Why do you care for the animals?"
Then she reached into the basket to take a pencil, the young girl not stopping to consider whether or not she was allowed to do so.
