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7 - It's your turn to light all the candles around the living quarters to make sure you can all see where you're going. You can't find any matches, which is annoying, because you just had them like, two seconds ago. Didn't you? Maybe you should retrace your steps...except you can't seem to remember where to start. Where did you come from?
Raina hated chores. Hated them. They were ... boring. That was putting it nicely. They weren't anything exciting. They were just boring things to do because the adults said she had to do them or else they'd be living in darkness, or something. What was wrong with the darkness? Were they scaredy cats?
She'd rather be doing something more interesting, like coming up with an idea for a new trick or working with someone else to come up with a cool combo trick. Combo tricks were the coolest!
Chores were not.
Still, Raina would get it done, and she would get it done well. All she needed to do was light the candles! That was an easy chore. Since she had found herself here, she knew it was her turn tonight, so she figured she might as well just get it done. All she needed to do was find herself a match.
Which, for some reason, she needed to find. Didn't she just have a match?
She was positive she had just had a match. They weren't that hard to find, right? She just had them. Maybe she just put them down somewhere dumb while she was looking for where the candles were. Where were the candles? Why didn't she remember where the candles were? They were candles. They were in places that candles would be.
Which was ... where?
She glanced around, eyes darting from left to right. How did she even make it here? Where had she come from? Where had she gone?
Where was she?
Raina's breath hitched, for a moment, a sense of panic making its way through her body. How did she get here? Why couldn't she remember? Why couldn't she remember such a simple thing? She had to have gotten here some way. There was no way she just appeared there, right? She couldn't sleight-of-hand herself. That didn't even make sense. How could she sleight-of-hand herself to another location and make it impossible to remember how she got there or how she managed to lose track of the matches she definitely just had.
Did she?
Maybe she didn't.
The thought made her blood run cold for a moment, before she shook her head.
Now that was just silly.
She needed to calm down. She was sure it was fine. She was just having a blip in memory. It happened all the time. (Not really.) There were plenty of matches at a circus, anyway. Any of the performers working with fire pretty much always needed more matches. She could just borrow some of those. It wasn't like they weren't available.
Right.
She swallowed down her nerves and shook her body out. She was being silly. Being silly was for clowns, not for magicians. Magicians were serious and cool and definitely not afraid of silly memory fails.
She would just ... figure out where the matches went.
Raina turned around on the heel of her slightly heeled shoe, deciding that she had definitely either left the matches behind her, or could just find some matches in the bed of one of the fire performers. So many of them really liked fire way too much, anyway. They probably just... slept with them in their beds. Like she might sleep with an elephant plushie.
Strange people.
