Trinket lays herself out on a warm stone, staring directly up at the noonday sun. Her trap isn't so happy about its step being crushed, which is to say, she's not so happy about it. But she likes to pretend that it is a friend, that it has opinions and wants and desires just like her, even though it isn't actually a separate entity. But that's all it is: pretend. It's not like Trinket is stupid.
She knows that the trap is a part of her. She also knows that she is a collection of parts, something she'd investigated for herself very early, staring into the tranquil pools of water in the site of her creation.
What is Trinket? Trinket is two eyes and a face. Trinket is four limbs with three digits on each. Trinket is a tail that floats, and fluff that does too. Trinket is bright almost all over, and glows where there is darkness. Trinket is the trap that wiggles and snaps and grows.
She is all of these things bundled up into one. She is all of these piece