Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170212144717/@comment-32043089-20170220213516

''As Nevaeh continued to amble around, she tripped on a fallen branch on the ground, while the dull culinary knife scraped against her palm. She pushed herself up, then looking at her assumingly wounded hand. She realized how dull the knife really was, when she realized there was no wound to be seen.''

''With the new information that the knife couldn't hurt anyone, she picked up a rock, about the size of a plate. She then sat down on a fallen tree, cautiously looking at her surroundings. Nevaeh began to slice the knife against the rock, creating a jagged, sharp edge.''