"Why don't we want to make people angry?" Trinket asked.
Angry people were interesting. They did unpredictable things. They were surprising. That always piqued Trinket's curiosity.
Her train of thought continued without interruption as the piece of sail landed on her head Trinket didn't move. Didn't flinch. She merely commanded the cloth: fall and it fell to the ground.
But she had been tagged. That meant she had lost the game.
"You win," she said, showing no sign of emotion, no disappointment or worry. "Let's play another game."
"This one is called "Catch." She took a few steps away, towards one of the vendor stalls that lined the docks. The stall catered to sailors that stopped in the port--the sailors sometimes had little cancer to make their way into the city, so vendors along the docks could make their sales before the sailors had to ship out again.
The vendor stall sold a variety of goods than men on the seas might need: clothing, belts, simple tools, rope, fishing rods, and the like. Nothing interesting. At least, not in itself.
From next to the stall, she told Freya, "To win the game, you have to catch everything. If anything falls in the water, you lose."
The vendor gave her a strange look, no doubt wondering what the child was talking about. Trinket paid him no mind. She merely glanced at the stall and began giving commands: jump in the sea.
One by one, items on the stall launched off towards the water. The vendor shouted in panic, trying to catch his goods, but they flew off out of reach. Only a long net, or telekinesis, would have a chance of catching them.
Trinket barely glanced at the items she commanded. Her attention was on the woman before her. She was curious how many objects she could catch at one time, as one it after another after another was launched towards the water.
Angry people were interesting. They did unpredictable things. They were surprising. That always piqued Trinket's curiosity.
Her train of thought continued without interruption as the piece of sail landed on her head Trinket didn't move. Didn't flinch. She merely commanded the cloth: fall and it fell to the ground.
But she had been tagged. That meant she had lost the game.
"You win," she said, showing no sign of emotion, no disappointment or worry. "Let's play another game."
"This one is called "Catch." She took a few steps away, towards one of the vendor stalls that lined the docks. The stall catered to sailors that stopped in the port--the sailors sometimes had little cancer to make their way into the city, so vendors along the docks could make their sales before the sailors had to ship out again.
The vendor stall sold a variety of goods than men on the seas might need: clothing, belts, simple tools, rope, fishing rods, and the like. Nothing interesting. At least, not in itself.
From next to the stall, she told Freya, "To win the game, you have to catch everything. If anything falls in the water, you lose."
The vendor gave her a strange look, no doubt wondering what the child was talking about. Trinket paid him no mind. She merely glanced at the stall and began giving commands: jump in the sea.
One by one, items on the stall launched off towards the water. The vendor shouted in panic, trying to catch his goods, but they flew off out of reach. Only a long net, or telekinesis, would have a chance of catching them.
Trinket barely glanced at the items she commanded. Her attention was on the woman before her. She was curious how many objects she could catch at one time, as one it after another after another was launched towards the water.
