Niniel wandered outside. There were so many strangers around, and she felt quite overwhelmed. There was a lovely breeze blowing, and she breathed deeply of the scents it carried; flowers, herbs, and the smell of freshly cut pine.
She pulled out a small silver-gilt knife, and began walking it over and around her fingers. To keep the hands nimble, she remembered someone telling her. Though she could not recall who, which wasn't really so strange, as she couldn't recall much of anything.
She sat down on a piece of log that was propped up near one of the doors. It made for a less than comfortable seat, but it would do for her. Comfort had rarely, if ever, been part of her daily life.
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