Bread Crumbs [Trinket!]

[Cosette Moreau.]

Cosette had managed to find a space and time within her day for no one but herself. She tried to find times like these within all her days, though truth be told, it was a difficult thing to do, after all, Miss Moreau wasn’t exactly her own woman, nor had she ever been. She was always on somebody else’s time, and time was money. Or so she’d been told time and again. After all, every moment wasted on her own time could have been another drop in the bucket.

Still, a girl couldn’t “work” all the time.

It’s why she found herself loitering here, within the market’s main square, her backside settled comfortably enough upon a decidedly rickety looking bench settled between one stall and another. Though Cosette was fairly certain that such a thing wouldn’t collapse on her, nor with the added weight of another being who may likewise be seeking refuge from their day. Still, it was unkempt at best, and one would be wary to perform any acts aside simply sitting upon that seat.

So, her spine settles into place, and those soft hands of hers hoist a knitted bag upwards and upon the fold of her thighs, nestling such close towards the dip of her abdomen, lest some hooligan attempt to make off with such a thing. Truth be told, Cosette didn’t have much that was worth stealing, well at least in any others’ opinions. Though Cosette held the world in this bag - things which she didn’t trust leaving back within the brothel. A small number of books laid within, gifted to her from various frequent clients of hers, alongside a handful of pocket money which jingled loose within the bottom of that dull sack.

A hand delved inwards, knuckles knocking upon the spines of those books to brush such towards the side, only to come up with a small corner of a crusty sort of bread, bound up in a clean kerchief. It was hard by this point, as she’d been plucking at such since the early morning, having packed it up to last her throughout the majority of the day. Cosette lifts such a corner toward her lips, only to press her eyeteeth upon that firmed edge.

The girl crinkles her nose, before plucking at it, breaking the load into small crumbs to cast upon the cobblestone beneath her feet. Her shoulders nestle back, and those blue eyes of hers cast downwards to watch both pigeons and crows alike gather about her feet, seeking out the food which she was providing. They coo and cluck, and look up towards her almost expectantly, and Cosette is more than willing to provide for them for the time being, breaking off yet another portion and tossing it towards the small crowd of clucking creatures.

Her mouth purses and the girl shifts within her seat to fold her legs beneath her form.

Note: Sorry it's so short. D:!

[Trinket the Crow]

Trinket really hadn't meant to cause a scene. It was just that on occasion crow instinct took over and she forgot that she was in her human form. These moments were often caused by food of some sort.

Trinket had been minding her own business, skipping down the street in her usual black outfit of a too large tunic, leggings and her leather boots. Each was finely made, signifying that someone had spent a lot of time and money into making them, but at the same time they were made of fabrics that could put up with a lot of abuse and still be easily washed out. Trinket did not need any of this though, it she wore it on the request of her master. If Trinket had her way she would spend all day naked wondering the streets without a care in the world. To her humans were funny creatures wearing clothes. Animals never wore clothing, they had skin, fur, feather and what ever else and that was good enough for them. So why did it not go the same for humans?

Trinket's thoughts wondered as she walked but was quickly drawn back to reality by the sight of crows and pigeons alike flocking to an area. Crow instinct took over and she pushed her way through the crowd following the trail of birds. It wasn't long before she spotted what was causing the birds to flock.

A sudden cry broke the tranquility of the market.

"Oh my gosh… BREAD CRUMBS!" From there a small four foot eight girl flew through the crowd to descend on the crumbs like the birds around her. Kneeling on the ground trinket started stuffing bread bits into her mouth. The pigeons flew away but the majority of the crows remained. In their minds where was a strange connection with the odd human and themselves so as far as they were concerned she was good and not a threat. It was not until most of the bread crumbs were done that Trinket realized she wasn't pecking at the bread but eating it with hands, and that she was a little but bigger then her fellow crows.

There was a pause as Trinket let this information sink in and then she looked up at the small crowd that had formed to watch the spectacle. Smiling sheepishly she stood up slowly and waved to all the people. "Oh…Hello! Bread crumbs anyone?" She held out the few crumbs that were in her hand to the spectators. The people drew away and dispersed chattering amongst themselves about the strange girl they had just seen.

The crow – girl dusted off the dirt from her clothing, something that was entirely unneeded because she knelt down again to grab at a few other pieces of bread. Turning to the human who had laid out the bread crumbs the girl crawled forward to tug lightly on the woman's dress. "Do you have any more?" her head tilted tot eh side with her long black hair falling over her shoulders her eyes were wide and innocent as they met the other woman's.

[It is okay, mine is short as well… I love Trinket, I get to come up with the most random entrances for her.]

[Cosette Moreau.]

Cosette’s eyes widen. What was there to say within that moment? It was an entirely different situation altogether, and something which Cosette never would have imagined she’d be seeing today. Then again, some were worse off than even Cosette herself, and she supposed that some would go to extremes just to make ends meet. Including eating even the smallest portions of dried bread off dirtied cobblestones.

Miss Moreau wasn’t so sure whether she should be amused or frightened by the little girl at her feet. Still, those blue eyes of her widen, and she can’t help but stare. Hell! Everyone else was, or so it seemed. Her gaze shifts from the pretty thing huddled next to a small number of crows, to the crowd whom seemed to be more than content with simply staring at the scene which she was causing. Some were whispering, though Cosette had no one to share her thoughts with, save herself, that was.

So, with no other option, save for simply walking away, Cosette remained, blue eyes fixed upon that young girl with her wide and innocent eyes. This all seemed very surreal to Cosette, and it hadn’t truly come to life until that girl with doe eyes grasped upon the hem of her dress to seek another helping of Cosette’s bread. Miss Moreau still held such within her hand, and despite fancying herself at least somewhat intelligent, the young woman took a moment to process the small woman’s request.

“Oh, oh!” Cosette finally manages to breathe, the shock of it all finally wearing off, “Of course,” she mutters, then, leaning forth to offer that remaining corner towards the girl whom remained on her hands and knees, “It may be a slight dried out,” Cosette mutters, sounding all too apologetic. Though truth be told, it was a little more than a little dried out, it was, after all, the reason that she was feeding it to the small handful of birds who’d once been gathered about her feet. Though the majority seemed to have fluttered off, crows still remained.

Though it wasn’t something Cosette made note of at the time.

“Come, sit,” the prostitute invites suddenly, “There’s no need for you to remain on the street like that,” she further coaxes, even going as far as to scoot towards one end of that rickety looking bench to make room for that dark haired girl, her gaze falling to the now-freed spot, further emphasizing the point that sitting would be a good idea. Heaven knew that people would further stare if she continued to eat upon hands and knees like some sort of dirtied farm animal.

Miss Moreau offers up a warming sort of smile, one which may imply that she meant no harm to the girl, although the idea of harming her was one that never crossed her mind. She had no reason to, after all.

[Trinket the Crow]

Trinket eagerly took the remaining corner of bread that was offered to her. Breaking a small piece off and them breaking that into crumbs Trinket tossed it to her fellow crows before happily eating the rest. She disregarded the fact that it was harder then what her master usually gave her. Most of the meals she ate with her master were full of many different flavors and textures. It wasn't that she didn't like all the difference of each meal but simple things like stale bread were the best, in Trinket's opinion. That reminded her of a simpler time when she was a crow and bread crumbs were like a blessing.

"Thank you, Mister Human!" Trinket had just learnt formal titles, such as Ms, Mrs, and Mr, and was going through a faze where everyone had a title added to their name… though it was often the wrong formality. The most she understood was that something went before a human's title/name. She just did not understand the different between them all.

Her attention was drawn back to the crows that cawed amongst themselves as they wondered why the crow looked human. Her attention was broken by the woman's voice. Straightening her legs she did not bother dusting off the black leggings like many humans would have before sitting down on the rickety bench next to the woman. Leaning forward Trinket kissed the kind woman quickly on the lips, a greeting she had seen many humans do.

Taking a moment she hummed a pleasant note, quite happy to nibble away on the stale bread. Swinging her feet back and forth she finished the morsel of food in less then a minute. Once finished she turned her focus back to the taller girl who was giving her a warm smile. It looked a lot like the one her master often gave her.

Pointing a finger at the woman's face Trinket spoke again. "You remind me of my Master." All humans looked relatively similar to Trinket, even when she was one. There were minor differenced between her master and other humans but that was mostly because of the time spent with the mage.

"Master says it's good to introduce yourself. So my name's Trinket, Master made me! I was a crow but now I'm human! Who are you?" She stared at the other woman with watching eyes, gauging her reaction to the information. The only other person she had told was Hyacinthe, a man who saved her when she was lost in the forest. He had taken it quite well but this was a completely different human.

[Next one will be longer, I promise.]

[Cosette Moreau.]

Truth be told, despite having previously witnessed the strange spectacle of this girl crawling all about the floor, Cosette was shocked by how simple this young woman seemed to be. There’s no doubt that she was attractive- desirable by some standards. Though she seemed to be a little lacking within the intelligence department. And in all honesty, Miss Moreau is uncertain as to how she should handle such a thing.

Her mouth pulls to a slight frown, though somehow the moderately intelligent young woman manages to keep from correcting this little girl. While she probably should have, it simply wasn’t her place to do so. She wasn’t this girl’s mother, nor did she know her parents, so Cosette opted to keep quiet on the topic, and simply allowed for a brief furrow to her brows, and a confused sort of expression to cross her features. She seems quick to brush it off, though.

That was, until the dark haired girl’s mouth was settled on her own. Cosette’s eyes widen, and despite being a woman of the night, well, this was uncommon to even her. Still, once more, she manages to stifle her thoughts - something she’s become quite good at within the past few weeks, “Well, then,” she mutters nonetheless, “Thank you?” once more her brows furrow, though she doesn’t motion to wipe her mouth free from any semblance of contaminants the young girl’s mouth may be hosting. Truth be told, it was a difficult thing for Cosette to resist.

Truth be told, Cosette had met many people within her relatively short life time, and even so, she seemed baffled by this little girl, and her strange sort of antics.

It was easy for the young prostitute to come to the conclusion that she was simply… well, simple. She left feeling uncertain of how to act about the young girl, though she knew that many didn’t treat people like her so well, and, Cosette knew well what it was like to be looked down upon for something she couldn’t exactly help - after all, she’d been born into this trade, and was left slowly working her way free.

“A crow?” she asks, then, despite her best attempts to keep polite. Her head lolls, and her brows furrow, once more confusion clear upon her features. It seemed to be a look which had become fairly familiar throughout this strange exchange, “Like one of those?” she asks, next, pointing towards the crows whom still lingered at her feet, looking all too expectant for another handful of crumbs from either herself, or this Trinket. She gives a quick, and disbelieving shake to her head despite her best manners.

“My name is Cosette,” she offers up, then, despite the increasing strangeness of this situation, “Perhaps you’d like to accompany me to the market,” she invites suddenly.

[Trinket the Crow]

While Trinket was often mistaken for a simple, it was more a matter of lack of education. She had spent most of her four years as a crow whose education was limited to flying and finding food. Her human education had started a few weeks ago. Not exactly enough time to understand and remember everything that was needed for her.

There were many moments in which the crow could not think of or did not know the word to describe something. She did not understand the function of clothing and wore them solely because her master asked her to. Currency escaped her. Her only real interests were pleasing and helping her master, shiny things, and making friends. These were the only things that really held any importance to the crow girl.

Trinket took no notice of the thank you that was more a question than a statement, or the furrowing of Cosette's brows as she resisted the urge to wipe her mouth of many contaminants.

Cosette seemed not to believe Trinket when she spoke of what she was. Though really it did sound a little mad to anyone who had not either been there or seen it happen. It was the truth though, and that was that Trinket cared about. Lying wasn't something that she seemed to be able to bring herself to do. Trinket didn't seem to have a single bone made for lying in her body. It was an impossible task for the crow. There was no reason for her to lie because Hyacinthe had taken the whole thing quite well.

Trinket turned her eyes to the crows on the ground picking at the remainder of the bread. The few that had finished stared up at the crow – girl with curiosity wondering why they could easily accept her. Smiling down at then Trinket's arms reached out and her fingers gently clutched one of the crows. Drawing him close to her the small girl stared into his eyes and kissed him lightly on the head. The bird happily nuzzled her cheek quite content in her hands.

"Yes, just like them. I can still turn into a crow if I want, they all get confused around me though because I'm one of them but I look human." Her voice was soft as she clutched the bird to her chest who stared up at her.

Cosette introduced herself, Trinket smiled gleefully up at her, kicking her legs back and forth while petting the plump crow with her pale fingers. Her interactions were fairly limited when it cam to humans. Usually she was in their room at the inn, or wondering with her master who bustled around with hardly enough time to talk to anyone. If not one of these she was treading though the country side with her master or flying in bird form, neither of which gave much opportunity to meet people.

"Really? Can I? Yay! Master always rushes though the market, and people chase me when I am on my own." Her nose scrunched up as she remembered the days of being chased. What had she done to deserve that? She was hungry and the food was lout in the open surely it was fair game for any hungry person to feast upon?

Trinket shook her head which caused her long tresses to fall around her face in dark waves. She took a moment to coo softly and sweetly to the bird in her hands before placing him on her shoulder and standing up. "So where are we going?" Her voice portrayed her excitement as she danced from one foot to the other.

[Cosette Moreau.]

Cosette couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be a crow. While she knew well that magic did, in fact, exist, she was a skeptic, to say the least of her. Most of that, however, could be accounted to the fact that Cosette herself was unskilled in the ways of such. Still, this pretty little girl seemed convinced that she was, actually, a crow, and her steadfast way of saying such almost had Miss Moreau convinced that it was true!

Why couldn’t it be?

Why was Cosette honestly entertaining this thought, “How old are you?” she asks of the girl suddenly. She looked about Cosette’s age, perhaps a small handful of years younger, though she acted much younger. Mayhap it was because she was actually a crow as she claimed to be, after all, as far as Cosette knew birds weren’t exactly known for their long life expectancy. Then again, crows weren’t exactly known for being the most intelligent birds, either. Whatever the case was, Cosette was momentarily stumped, and left to wonder of the girl’s mortality.

How long would she last? Would she be dead in a year or two? Decidedly morbid thoughts, sure, though she couldn’t help herself within that moment. Trinket had piqued her interest, even if she was still the slightest bit skeptical.

“Of course you can come,” Cosette reassures the young girl with a smile of her own. It was almost warming to be around someone so full of energy, and vigor, not to mention a little overwhelming. Still, it was tolerable, and perhaps roaming the market would be all that more amusing with Trinket at her side, after all, a crow had to offer an interesting perspective on her surroundings, or at least that’s what the young prostitute was expecting.

“I was thinking we could find something to eat,” Cosette admits. After having watched Trinket pick crumbs off of the cobblestone sidewalks, well, it was easy to make the assumption that she wasn’t being fed properly, or at the very least, wasn’t eating as she should be. It was a motherly instinct of Cosette’s, and one that she rarely indulged in, though was willing to make an exception for this strange crow-girl.

“Maybe a few other things,” they would see. Soon enough, Cosette was standing, hands smoothing the skirt of her gown, “Come,” she offers the girl, then, drawing a hand back to offer toward the girl to take. Whether she did or not, Cosette wouldn’t so much mind, after all, it took quite a bit to offend the young whore.

“What does your master do?” Cosette asks then, curious as ever over the girl’s origins and way of life.