The darkness, the stench, the lack of wind... all of it drove Nina out of her mind. She felt like a bird that was locked up and unable to go anywhere but the confines of where her masters permitted. She was so familiar to wearing her beautiful orange robe, and the katana that her mother gave her at a young age was locked up as well. After living her entire life with the freedom of the open road and the whimsy of the wind at her fingertips, this life of captivity was just too much to handle for her. Nina looked down at the meal she was offered, if one could dare to call that grub 'food'.<br/><br/>Looking for the most edible piece of her meal, Nina picked up a piece of bread and started to lightly nibble on it. This place was giving her a headache, and if she didn't feel the wind against her skin sometime soon, she feared that she was going to explode. Eventually setting down the bread, she clutched her head, praying that something would come along and distract her from her splitting headache.