you're a toymaker's creation

Onyx glanced up nervously to the sound of a voice. Then she saw a girl who was about her age, or at least looked like it. She gasped when she saw her eyes- they were odd! Black surrounded them and the eyes themselves were blue. Onyx thought it was pretty. "Hi. I'm Onyx.. What's your name?" She asked. Her quest to get feathers was not forgotten, but friends- or acquaintances- came before other stuff. Friendship and kindness were very important. That was what Mama had taught her... She missed Mama. Perhaps she was a little too old for it but she had basically lost four months of her life. She thought like an eight month old girl, not one who was a year old.