Tinuviel glared at the girl, then frowned even more at the mention of the curse. "Keep your damn mouth shut, witch girl," she thought, hating the fact that she'd brought up her biggest failing in life. Kicking up a heap of snow as she turned, Tinuviel stalked deeper into the woods, her skin tinting blue as she walked. It was getting so cold. Tiredly wandering into her cave, the teen settled down and weakly washed her face with a handful of snow. Then she settled on a ragged mattress, balling up in the pitifully ragged blankets and trying to fall asleep. The job had paid with not even a crust of bread this day. She gave a shaken sob, then softly began to drift asleep.