Sinette was carefully whittling away on a small stick, while sitting idly on a rock. She had been here for a while, trying to get away from the bustling city of Loenn. Sinette much more enjoyed the serenity of the countryside, even though it was fairly more dangerous. Sinette's flamberge laid on the snowy ground beside her, as she continued on with her small hobby. Suddenly, she could hear a couple of voices, and the crunching of snow as someone approached her position. Fearing the worst, Sinette quickly dropped her tiny stick, and picked up her bigger stick, slinging it over her shoulder. She quickly got out of view, by hiding behind a nearby tree, her slender frame allowing for full concealment from anyone that might be approaching. She heard another voice that sounded like that of a child. Sinette carefully peaked out from around her tree, seeing a dirt blonde haired boy, with a shaggy looking man, missing actual shoes and pants it seemed. Sinette watched the group stoically from her hidden position.