See what else is there on the shelf.

The very next thing lying in plain sight was a pair of some little shiny silver rings. They had a multitude of tiniest square details hanging down by a thread, jingling together gently. Another person would not hear them, but Inga would at all times.

{if RAGE > 0}That is, should she wear them. Apart from being pretty, they were not much more useful than that stupid clock. Still, her attitude was different towards it. She let her hair fall down in front of her face. It was very straight and very light blonde. Calling it white would not be inaccurate. Showing the earrings off would require a significant tilt of the head, otherwise their grace and their shine would be left covered for the most part.{elseif TRY > 0}Once they were on, of course. They were really pretty. Inga touched her hair, even brought some in front of her eyes for a look. Her hair was very straight and very consistently light blonde. Calling it white would not be inaccurate. Showing the earrings off would require a significant tilt of the head, otherwise their grace and their shine would be left covered for the most part.{else}That is, should she wear them. They were really pretty though. Inga touched her hair, even brought some in front of her eyes for a look. Her hair was very straight and very consistently light blonde. Calling it white would not be inaccurate. Showing the earrings off would require a significant tilt of the head, otherwise their grace and their shine would be left covered for the most part.{endif}

They would be her own feminine secret. Now that sounded a little more interesting.