"Well, because what follows after angry usually is a rock or worse to the face." Freya would responde with a slight chuckle. What an interesting child. Appearetnly she didnt know about the things that angry people wer able of accomplishing. Freya knew that anger could be a powerful tool and a dangerous weapon both to the wielder, as well as its creator. Appearently Trinket didnt know that however.
Regardless of that fact, Freya was quite surprised when she heard the girl give out that she had won. To be entirely honest, Freya had thought that Trinket might have called it cheating how she encased herself in the old sail, but regardless of having won or lost, having satisfied Trinket was good. After all, eventually she must run out of mischiefery, must she?
It just happened that this point wasnt due yet. Deciding their next game, this time not even asking if Freya wanted to play, Trinket chose one unfortunate specimen of vendor in her vicinity and made his stock not only fly, but also rush towards the water. While the way to win the game was an easy one, it was an unbeatable one. After all, Freya's abilities of Telekinesis were limited at the moment and even if they werent. All trinket had to do was to pick a direction and the items would fly there, while Freya would have to cover every vector, in case Trinket decided to go all out. A thing that was nearly impossible. For the time being however, the girl seemed satisfied with picking one item at a time, which gave freya some wiggle room. Deciding to choose the sail she had covered herself with, watching out not to get hit by a pair of boots or the likes, she would use the old piece of sail as her makeshift net to cath the items, barely keeping up with the pace of the girl.
While sustainability certainly wasnt a problem for her, control was. Something she definetly would need to adjust in the future. During all this, her eyes were in the sky, but her mind were with the girl, pondering about the reason as of why she was doing this, but also where her parents were. After all, a small girl needed someone that took care of her.
Regardless of that fact, Freya was quite surprised when she heard the girl give out that she had won. To be entirely honest, Freya had thought that Trinket might have called it cheating how she encased herself in the old sail, but regardless of having won or lost, having satisfied Trinket was good. After all, eventually she must run out of mischiefery, must she?
It just happened that this point wasnt due yet. Deciding their next game, this time not even asking if Freya wanted to play, Trinket chose one unfortunate specimen of vendor in her vicinity and made his stock not only fly, but also rush towards the water. While the way to win the game was an easy one, it was an unbeatable one. After all, Freya's abilities of Telekinesis were limited at the moment and even if they werent. All trinket had to do was to pick a direction and the items would fly there, while Freya would have to cover every vector, in case Trinket decided to go all out. A thing that was nearly impossible. For the time being however, the girl seemed satisfied with picking one item at a time, which gave freya some wiggle room. Deciding to choose the sail she had covered herself with, watching out not to get hit by a pair of boots or the likes, she would use the old piece of sail as her makeshift net to cath the items, barely keeping up with the pace of the girl.
While sustainability certainly wasnt a problem for her, control was. Something she definetly would need to adjust in the future. During all this, her eyes were in the sky, but her mind were with the girl, pondering about the reason as of why she was doing this, but also where her parents were. After all, a small girl needed someone that took care of her.
