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Neela hummed loudly as she wandered around the festival, a pleasant tune escaping her lips almost without her thinking about it, for this was an old tune that she had learnt any years ago and repeated countless times since. The collie was moving slowly around the stalls that made up the festival, gazing down at the wares in display.
A leather sack hung over one thick furred shoulder, the contents clinking as Neela walked; the surplus tools that she was bartering away knocking against the wooden cravings and human trinkets meant for the same fate. A bottle of whiskey was tied down at her waist, thin stripe of leather holding it to a bare patch on her belt, but Neela made no move to open it; saving the alcohol for later.
A chill breeze blew into Neela and the collie stopped moving for a moment to tighten the crimson and gold scarf around her neck. While the collie had initially only acquired the scarf and its matching hat because she thought they looked nice, generally trusting her thick, fluffy fur to keep her warm, the weather had taken a dramatic turn for the colder and she was quickly becoming glad to have them.
Neela let out a quiet snort, watching her breath billow out in a cloud of mist, and continued walking. Being cold was a relatively new experience for the collie; her childhood home had had mild temperatures at worst and any snow that fell was enough of a rarity that Neela's excitement of the occasion drove away the cold, not so here where it had been snowing for longer than Neela had ever seen it do so before.
A stall on the other side of the clearing caught Neela's attention and she started trotting over, head craned curiously. Unfortunately this meant that she didn’t notice the toboggan that lay in her path. Neela's ankle caught on the wood and she lost her balance, arms flying out instantly to regain it; the collie dropping into a half crouch but managing to avoid falling over.
Unfortunately this meant that Neela had to let go of her sack. The leather hit the floor with a loud clang, coming open and depositing tools and woodworks into the snow. Cursing Neela spun around to the sack, dipping an ear in apology to the toboggan's owner. "Dammit. Sorry, wasn't looking where I was going.
