Okay, since I haven't read this yet, I don't know much, so correct me if something is wrong.

Lottie sat huddled at the base of a hollow tree, a light layer of snow covering the forest floor. A small pile of sticks sat in front of her, but she was scared to light it, despite her growing intensive cold. That was her ability, fire. She was a graceling. Finally, the cold got the better of her, and, despite her presentiment, she held her hands out toward the small pile of kindling. She closed her eyes and consontrated. A warm tingly feeling spread from her finger tips, up her arm, covering her whole body, like a fire, burning within. A small ball of fire shot out her hand, igniting the pile of kindling. She was warm and safe, at least for now...

Okay, I hope thats a good beggining! This is cool!

Cappie says vuzk. 

I don't know much about this, but I'll go ahead and give it a shot. Tell me if something doesn't right.

Lottie knelt at the base of a large, hollow tree. It had been her refuge for the past few months.  A light layer of snow covered the forest floor.  She shivered.  She continued staring at a small pile of kindling in front of her.  Despite the intensive cold, she was still hesitant to use it.  She was a graceling.  That was her ability, fire.  Finally, the cold got the better of her.  She held her hands out toward the kindling, closed her eyes, and consontrated.  A warm tingling spread over her body, like a fire burning within. It spread from her finger tips, up her arms, covering her whole body.  Suddenly, her eyes flew open! They glinted like flames, dancing. One violet, the other gold. A small ball of fire burst from her palm, igniting the miniscule amount of kindling. She was safe and warm, at least for now...

I decided to change her eye color. I like it better this way!

Cappie says gwvv.

@ Flaming Girl; No, I don't mind us having the same grace! Heck, we could do something really cool with it! Oh, unless there can't be two gracelings with the same grace. I don't know, I haven't read the book yet. But otherwise, COOL!

Cappie says riac.  Also, I love your captcha name!

Lilac~

I miss Lienid.  Mother needs me in [insert name of kingdom where the rest of you are], so here I am.  I finger the gold ring at the very top of my ear.  Mother gave it to me as a going-away present.  It was her grandmother's. Most Gracelings here work for the king, but mother's business is well-known by all the kings, so I get a pardon. 

I bring my shawl around me.  It gets cold in the alleyways at night.  The best story room is at the end of the longest alley, though, so I must make do. [Can we please include the story rooms?  They're my favorite part of the series!]  When Katsa told me of the story rooms, I knew I must come.  With my Grace and memory, I'm a natural storyteller.  The people there tip well, too.

The doors swing open as I saunter dramatically into the room.  I take my place on the stump in the center that serves as our stage.  "It's the Lienid," the toothless woman at the bar whispers.

Oh yes, it's the Lienid, with a brand new story. 

"Once, there was a wise old woman.  She lived in this very kingdom.  Her eyes were fiery red and bright blue.  She was Graced with seeing into the future.  One day, Leck called her to his palace.  He said to her," and here I change my voice into a low, raspy one, "'I wish to know what becomes of me.'"

Chuckles sound throughout the room.  My Leck voice is always a big hit.  The doorman makes a frantic gesture from his post.  I thump down on the stump.  It quickly retracts into the ground.  Frantically, the people around me change the room into a respectable pub.

Then he comes in.  We have to be careful around guards like him.

"What does the woman say in reply?" someone whispers in my ear.

I whirl around.  It's a boy with dark hair ad wonderful green eyes.  A native.

"I'm sorry, but I can't continue," I tell him. "The story'd get me executed for treason without a doubt."

"Can you finish some other day?" he asks, still hopeful.  I nod.  "Alright.  Let me buy you a drink," he adds, pulling out a dazzling smile.

"I have to go.  I sell ribbons for a living and a shipment from my father should be coming in soon."  There is no shipment.  My father died from a knife wound to the gut when I was five.  This is my typical cover story.

"Then at least let me escort you to the docks," he says. "The streets are dangerous at night, girl."

"It's Lilac.  And I do this nightly.  I'll be fine, sir."

"It's Cole."

I turn around and head back for the door.  I don't need to be introducing myself to strangers tonight.  I have things to do. 

Of course, he has followed me outside.  Why do I attract oddballs?

"Could you please stop following me?" I ask. This kid is getting obnoxious.

"I'm really concerned for your safety," he says, stepping forward.  In the streetlamp, I can see one of his eyes is hazel.  There's a lump the exact shape and size of a dagger in his pocket.

"Graced with combat?  Freelance assassin?"  I guess. This happens way too often.

He nods, a sinister smile erupting. "Figaro sent me." 

My mother made has asked me to tail him.  He's on the run from the Lienid king.  She wants me to get information on his life here before she sends in a 'strong'un' to get him.  That's what she calls the muscles of her spy agency.

Gingersnaps. I didn't think he knew I was there.  The assassins normally aren't sent until after they've been locked up.

"In that case, you should know I have the capability to escape," I sneer.

"I know that now. Normally people don't figure me out. Not even the experienced ones."

"Then don't put your knife in your pocket. I keep mine in my sleeves," I say, pulling them out. I run back to the pub.

"A man tried to attack me!" I scream to the whole room. The guard jumps up. Sometimes they're a drag, but the best way to stop an attack is to draw attention.  "I told him to stop following me and he pulled out a knife," I say through crocodile tears.

He runs out.  Of course, Cole's left.

I only pull this card with the most dangerous ones. Normally I just trick 'em, but there was something about him that told me he wouldn't fall for it. 

I smile.  I hope I see him tomorrow.