Why
Miss flutters around the room, arranging, cleaning, and rearranging trinkets on a shelf. The light reflecting off her wings occasionally causing iridescent flickers of light as the sunlight from the window lands on them. The Doll watches it's miss. Feeling as if it wasn't worth such a creature.
Doll: Why does Miss keep this one?
The thought had been lingering for the doll more and more, ever since it first had a home with Miss. The doll didn't feel as capable as combat dolls, or as magnificently crafted as some of the magically enchanted dolls with their beautiful and intricate designs. Miss could have had her choice of any of the dolls.
Miss simply responds with a glance and a smile.
That did not answer the doll's question.
Doll: Awawawa….
Miss pauses, looking over to the doll.
Miss: That's really troubling you? Why wouldn't I keep you?
Doll: This one is not special… It isn't strong like combat dolls. It doesn't use magic like some dolls do. It is just a simple comfort doll.
Miss flutters over to the doll and waits, expectantly, for the doll to hold out it's hand for to land on. When it does she lands, kneeling in the doll's hand.
Miss: You are special. You are mine. You are exactly what I need.
Doll: Miss could have a stronger doll, one that could protect her more; or a Doll that would help in other ways.
Miss: I don't need either of those. I need you. You make the world quieter. You hold me when the static gets too loud. You ground me when I start to lose myself. I keep you because there is no other doll that could do that for me.
Doll blinks slowly, processing the words that Miss is saying.
Miss: I need you because of what you are. Not for what you can do.
Doll: This one is glad Miss thinks so.
Miss: I know so.
Miss's wings flutter as she takes flight and resumes her tasks. Leaving the doll to think. The doll begins to feel lighter, the question fading for now. It is enough knowing Miss choses it. Knowing it has a place. A home.
