Trinket watched, expressionless, as the chaos unfolded. People all over were shouting. The woman by the railing was crying. Some people were talking about finding rope, others about climbing down. No one had a clear idea. It was anarchy.
Anarchy was interesting.
Trinket followed her new friend to watch what she would do. She stayed back, not wanting to interfere in the game. It was up to her friend to find the man, after all. Trinket merely wanted to see what would happen.
Sohalia would find the man dangling from a tree branch, just a bit past the stairwell. Too far to reach without help. He was flailing about, legs kicking back and forth as he tried to find a foothold. His grip on the branch was slipping. It was a long way to the ground.
"Do you think he will die?" Trinket asked her friend. There was neither malice nor concern in her voice. Only mere curiosity.
She had never seen someone die. Whether the man was rescued or not, this was proving to be a very interesting evening.
Anarchy was interesting.
Trinket followed her new friend to watch what she would do. She stayed back, not wanting to interfere in the game. It was up to her friend to find the man, after all. Trinket merely wanted to see what would happen.
Sohalia would find the man dangling from a tree branch, just a bit past the stairwell. Too far to reach without help. He was flailing about, legs kicking back and forth as he tried to find a foothold. His grip on the branch was slipping. It was a long way to the ground.
"Do you think he will die?" Trinket asked her friend. There was neither malice nor concern in her voice. Only mere curiosity.
She had never seen someone die. Whether the man was rescued or not, this was proving to be a very interesting evening.
