Niniel smiled a little sadly. Sometimes she thought from her nightmares that her past wasn't such a happy one, and maybe it was for the better that she couldn't remember it. But other times, she cried herself to sleep, wondering if there was someone out there, somewhere, who could tell her her name and the names of her parents. It was almost a pity that Mardath had left, nervous as he had made her, since he seemed so familiar, but she just couldn't figure out why.
She looked at Dynaviir. "Well, w-w-we've said all th-th-that there i-is to say about me. What about y-y-you? I--I know n-n-next to n-n-nothing about you."
She smiled, to let him know that she didn't mind his asking about her past. It wasn't as if that question was uncommon, after all, what did people do when they first met but talk about themselves? The question of who she really was just was one of the things she could not answer. She had almost gotten used to it. Almost.
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