After a long and busy week, Etta found herself sitting at an empty table with her very own chess board she brought from home. Truth be told, she wasn’t very good at the game even after her friend Ezra taught her to play. Oddly enough, Henrietta enjoyed playing a game she wasn’t good at even if it meant playing on her own. Because it wasn’t about winning or losing, it was more of a way to clear her mind. Chess was like a puzzle in some ways and puzzles relaxed and challenged her mind.
With a deep sigh, Etta moved a piece before glancing at the window. There was so much going on in her head. Recently she began feeling blue unexpectedly. Finding herself a bit quieter than usual, Etta found the wizard’s chess pieces attacking each other after specific moves quite comical.
A giggle escaped her lips.
The youngling continued to fail and succeed at her own gameplay. |