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Trinity
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.
Trinity’s face was scrunched in concentration.
She’d wandered into this festival and been instantly captivated by everything she saw. Crowds of people laughed, playing games and eating delicious smelling foods. There were carnival booths and rides, contests and competitions, firework shows, all sorts of entertainment. She couldn’t recall ever being in a place like this before, and at first all she’d been able to do was stand and stare in wide eyed wonder.
But of course, it hadn’t taken her long to find something to get involved in. It all looked like so much fun! Everything cost money, but since she somehow never seemed to be short jewel these days she knew she could afford it -- even if she still didn’t know how she wound up with all the money. The young woman had walked the pathways with a childlike curiosity until a man at a stall coaxed her into trying his game.
It was a series of five challenges involving a number of metal rings of various shapes and sizes. The goal with each was to either take a set of conjoined rings and twist them in such a way that they’d come apart, or to move a ring from one end of the puzzle to another. It hadn’t been difficult for the man running the game to convince her to try. She had been practically bouncing on her toes in excitement as she handed the man some of her money, eager to try her hand at the challenges.
The first two hadn’t been too difficult to figure out, though they had taken a couple minutes. Trinity was, however, stuck on the third one. Her petite nose wrinkled in frustration as she twisted the metal contraption this way and that in her hand but nothing moved how she wanted it to. She was sure she could probably use a bit of strength to force the thing where she needed it to go, but she didn’t want to break the thing. Plus, that would be cheating! So she continued to focus on the devices, her pink and brown hair falling on either side of her face as she huffed in annoyed determination and continued trying to manipulate the rings in her hands.
She’d wandered into this festival and been instantly captivated by everything she saw. Crowds of people laughed, playing games and eating delicious smelling foods. There were carnival booths and rides, contests and competitions, firework shows, all sorts of entertainment. She couldn’t recall ever being in a place like this before, and at first all she’d been able to do was stand and stare in wide eyed wonder.
But of course, it hadn’t taken her long to find something to get involved in. It all looked like so much fun! Everything cost money, but since she somehow never seemed to be short jewel these days she knew she could afford it -- even if she still didn’t know how she wound up with all the money. The young woman had walked the pathways with a childlike curiosity until a man at a stall coaxed her into trying his game.
It was a series of five challenges involving a number of metal rings of various shapes and sizes. The goal with each was to either take a set of conjoined rings and twist them in such a way that they’d come apart, or to move a ring from one end of the puzzle to another. It hadn’t been difficult for the man running the game to convince her to try. She had been practically bouncing on her toes in excitement as she handed the man some of her money, eager to try her hand at the challenges.
The first two hadn’t been too difficult to figure out, though they had taken a couple minutes. Trinity was, however, stuck on the third one. Her petite nose wrinkled in frustration as she twisted the metal contraption this way and that in her hand but nothing moved how she wanted it to. She was sure she could probably use a bit of strength to force the thing where she needed it to go, but she didn’t want to break the thing. Plus, that would be cheating! So she continued to focus on the devices, her pink and brown hair falling on either side of her face as she huffed in annoyed determination and continued trying to manipulate the rings in her hands.
Please forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
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