A doll in the mountains.
It's not so high up that there's snow, and there's camping cabins here too!
But it's quieter here.
There's no sound of constant traffic.
Maybe the occasional laugh from another one of the campers. Maybe an argument at that.
But it's quiet in a way that makes its ears ring.
It isn't necessarily a bad thing. But it isn't necessarily pleasant either.
Just a constant, quiet ringing in the absence of sound.
The sound of its witch's heartbeat is enough to quiet it, at least.
The sound of her fingers running through its hair.
Her quiet humming...
They carry it down into a truer silence.