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Terra was poking through the items that had accumulated in her temporary den in the Haskel household. Well, not a den really. More like a large nest of blankets that Terra snuggled into. It wasn't much, a couple gifts from members wishing her well and a dagger from when Aylu had come by. She had kept the dagger, not because she expected to see him again, but because it was a beautiful weapon, and it reminded her of his edge, gentle but scarred.
Taking it into her mouth Terra proceeded to chew on the cold metal, wondering how she could use it in the future. She already had a fine pair of fighting daggers, one stolen the other a gift. Giving up this dagger because it had no use would be a shame. Concentrating she tried to figure out how it could be used. What did she use her current daggers for? Fighting and carving, mostly. Maybe she could use this dagger to carve, save the sharp edges on the others for battle.
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