"I'm Trinket," she said. She continued to stare at the girl with unblinking black eyes, a near perfect match for the doll's black eyes that continued to stare as well. Not a muscle twitched on the face of either girl or doll, Trinket's pale skin looking as still and cold as the doll's porcelain face.
"What are you doing out here?" Trinket asked. "Did you come to see the trees? I like the trees. Maybe we can play a game with the trees."
She glanced at the nearest tree. Without a gesture or any sign of movement, she silently gave the ice on the tree a command: cry. The ice started to melt in slow but steady drops, the twisted visage of the tree looking on at the two girls as tears of melting ice dripped down its face, leaving little holes in the snow beneath.
"What are you doing out here?" Trinket asked. "Did you come to see the trees? I like the trees. Maybe we can play a game with the trees."
She glanced at the nearest tree. Without a gesture or any sign of movement, she silently gave the ice on the tree a command: cry. The ice started to melt in slow but steady drops, the twisted visage of the tree looking on at the two girls as tears of melting ice dripped down its face, leaving little holes in the snow beneath.
