Fetching her case, she placed the two changes of clothing she owned inside, along with the few sentimental items she still had. There was the hairbrush, which had been her own mothers, a miniature replica of a dagger that her father had whittled for her out of wood when she was a baby, a golden locket that was not really hers and a second silk cloak that was a beautiful shade of emerald that complimented her eyes perfectly. The mother of the woman she loved a long time ago had passed the last two items onto her.