Karyn's human eyes looked into Karyn's little doll eyes, and with a little smirk replied: "I'm Karyn. Well, one half of us, anyway."
The witch rag toy put her mitten hand across the bridge of her plush nose. "Wait, so we're both Karyn? Just different pieces of her - our - personality? How do you know?"
"Actually," Karyn pointed to herself, "I'm Karyn. You're Gwendolyn, or Gwen if you'd like."
The toy crossed her arms, "Hey, no fair!"
"You're the toy, and I'm your owner. I make the rules."
"But, wait, . . ."
Karyn yawned with a little theatricality, "I'm done arguing with my toy." She sneered the last word, as if it was some kind of insult. "Though, I do wonder what I should do with you? Turning you back wouldn't be much fun. Maybe I could play with you. Would you like that? Or maybe get you a playmate." Karyn's eyes twinkled, and Gwen did not like the way her owner tightened her grip on the stone . . .
