<span style="font-size: 10px">Nina stepped into the caravan, her eyes wandering about the odd trinkets and assorted books that were skewed about the room. Dietrich's home was warm and cosy compared to her cage, in the eyes of the ring leader she was an animal and animals belonged in their cages. "It's wonderful" Nina smiled, taking a seat on the mattered bed in the corner. "Violin, please" She nodded her head "There was an old man in Berlin who used to play with me, he had the most wonderful skills on the violin we used to duet in the snow from dawn till dusk... Until one day he could no longer move his hands..." Nina fell silent, a sweet smile twitching at her fair lips "But now whenever I hear the violin I think of that kind old man and his amazing music.... It makes me happy" Nina raised her blue hues to look at him, her head tilted to the side "It's warmer then the birdcage yes" Nina laughed, crossing one leg over the other. </span>