Vignette of a doll
 
  The doll finished reading the message and, with a flick of the wrist, turned it to ash, then began looking down at the messenger, inspecting her. She was young and plucky, bright-eyed, without a speck of worry in her gaze. Amazing, considering she stood before a 3 meter tall, 4 armed killer, draped in frills and fine cloth, the construct of a powerful sorceress.
 
  How cruel of my mistress, the doll thought for but a moment bef