Trinket looked around, her unblinking eyes taking in the details of the tree and the surrounding swamp. Old ropes hung from the tree, the remains of executions once performed long past. Slime and mold coated the ropes, along with the tree itself. The tree was said to be haunted. Curious.
The doll watched Edmund as Trinket looked around. It stared endlessly, one eye stained red with old, dried blood. The light filtering through the ragged trees above caused a glint in the doll's glass eyes.
"The game is called 'hangman,'" Trinket said, eyeing the ropes above her. We ask each other questions, and whoever gets the most questions wrong loses."
With that, she gave a command to the ropes above her. They began writhing and whipping about, uncoiling part of their length from the branches so the ropes could lower themselves down towards the two people below. The ropes twisted themselves and knotted themselves, until a pair of nooses hung there before them.
"I'll go first," Trinket said, her voice dead and void of any emotion. "What color feathers does an Aqueix have?"
The doll watched Edmund as Trinket looked around. It stared endlessly, one eye stained red with old, dried blood. The light filtering through the ragged trees above caused a glint in the doll's glass eyes.
"The game is called 'hangman,'" Trinket said, eyeing the ropes above her. We ask each other questions, and whoever gets the most questions wrong loses."
With that, she gave a command to the ropes above her. They began writhing and whipping about, uncoiling part of their length from the branches so the ropes could lower themselves down towards the two people below. The ropes twisted themselves and knotted themselves, until a pair of nooses hung there before them.
"I'll go first," Trinket said, her voice dead and void of any emotion. "What color feathers does an Aqueix have?"
