Nina
I was in my tower weaving nightmares
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
Twisting all my smiles into snarls
Nina roamed the festival, Ember on her heels. She had come wrapped in a fur-lined jacket - though not, perhaps, as bundled as those from out of town - her tattooed face turning this way and that as she took in the sights. There was skijoring, a new addition to the festivities; and there were vendors and hot cocoa and all manner of other goods to explore; and there was even an aurora viewing area, which she might gravitate towards in a bit. For now, though, she wanted to be where the action was, even if she wasn't a part of it herself.
Making her way to the hot cocoa bar, Nina built her ideal warm beverage - hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon - and wandered her way through the crowd until she found herself alongside Deimos and his newborn daughter, who was bundled up adorably against the cold. Offering a smile to the newborn, Nina inclined her head respectfully to the Warden. "Congratulations, Deimos," she said, warmth evident in her tone. "I am pleased to see you and this little one doing well."
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Nina is not skijoring, but she will observe.
Making her way to the hot cocoa bar, Nina built her ideal warm beverage - hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon - and wandered her way through the crowd until she found herself alongside Deimos and his newborn daughter, who was bundled up adorably against the cold. Offering a smile to the newborn, Nina inclined her head respectfully to the Warden. "Congratulations, Deimos," she said, warmth evident in her tone. "I am pleased to see you and this little one doing well."
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Nina is not skijoring, but she will observe.
They say what doesn't kill you makes you aware
What happens if it becomes who you are?
What happens if it becomes who you are?
