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Cinnamon Swirl - In the Blink of an Eye (Tristan's Pocky Chain)
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Timrframe : 1240's
The ball is sailing through the air, so high in its arc it’s little more than a blot against the bright blue expanse of sky. Tristan’s racing through the grass as fast as his legs will churn, but it’s clear the ball will be well past the fence before it comes down.
There’s a crowd of boys closing in on him as he reaches the fence and pulls himself up on the rails. The ball is still way above him.
And then it’s not.
His fingers are curling over the leather and he’s tumbling into the grass, gaping in disbelief.
Main Entry
Timrframe : 1240's
The ball is sailing through the air, so high in its arc it’s little more than a blot against the bright blue expanse of sky. Tristan’s racing through the grass as fast as his legs will churn, but it’s clear the ball will be well past the fence before it comes down.
There’s a crowd of boys closing in on him as he reaches the fence and pulls himself up on the rails. The ball is still way above him.
And then it’s not.
His fingers are curling over the leather and he’s tumbling into the grass, gaping in disbelief.