Please, do, then.

The earrings were a cool to touch as they were to look at. Inga heard the faint jingle getting closer to her, physically invading the relative warmth that her hair was keeping her ears in, then closing with a pronounced 'clank'.

She let them go and tried moving around, turning her head. These ringing decorations were not as pleasant as they sounded when pressed against her cheeks. In fact, she needed to be careful not to cut herself. Notwithstanding, she was also sure they looked great on her, even if there was not a mirror nearby to confirm it.