𝐝𝐚𝐲/𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 [𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰]

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They were so different in so many ways, yet both so fundamentally necessary. Daylight and dark: Carly's brilliance radiated from her, made her sure step and steady stare mean something. Tune's brilliance twinkled along her skin like the angel kisses he'd spent so many times drawing lines between in his head: she was quiet constellations. They were a sun and a moon- his sun and his moon- and it was so unbelievably selfish of him, he knew, but he detested even the mere thought that he should be expected to choose which he wanted to live without. He didn't care what it meant, or what it made him. He was probably going to die sometime in the next several days anyway, right? The gamemakers weren't exactly being subtle about it thus far- both District Three's: gone, both District Eight's: finished. Now that they'd killed off Cain, there was really only one logical option for who would be going next, right? So, naturally, Andrew was putting himself in the most danger he could have by offering to push ahead of the other two to scout for danger.

You go looking for it, you're sure to find it, His mother always said.

He made it to the crest of a hill and peered down the other side of it with careful eyes. In the near distance behind him, he could hear the nothingness of his allies approaching. Not yet in sight, not making any noise, per se, just that sense. Pushing ahead, it looked like the forest went on for several hundred more yards, at least, reaching the base of this hill and then flattening out at the bottom. He could hear the rushing of the water ahead, though only barely. No signs of danger as far as he could tell, so he trudged forward just as he saw his allies come into view from the way he came. He offered them a thumbs up as he slowly descended to the other side of the hill.

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[dars]

He reached the base a lot quickly than it had taken him to climb to the summit, that was for damn sure. He'd been forced to take big, brisk steps because the sides were so steep, but thankfully between the rocks and the roots and the mostly-dry soil, he was able to find footing without stumbling even once.

From here, he could see that the path verged off into two directions, one to the right circling the hill he'd just climbed, presumably heading off north deeper into the woods, the other straight ahead, where the sounds of the rushing water were less audible from here than they were from up high, but still audible in wisps. He considered going on ahead, but since there was a fork and he knew Carly was really anal and Tune was really contrary, he figured it'd be wisest to just wait here for them to come down. He took the opportunity to sit down and sip some water- they were gonna be at least a couple minutes, which would be plenty of time for him to steady his breathing again and push forward once more. He figured the river was only another sixty or so acres, but it was still the only water source he'd noticed, so there was no telling who else might be nearby.

He took a moment to look up at the sky, at the tops of the trees, at the strange glowing flecks of dust that drifted down like pollen. Earlier, when he was really booking it, he glimpsed his reflection and had a ring of gold around both nostrils, so that was a weird experience. Still, though. The whimsy of it was nice, he supposed. Probably made for some interesting shots. He bet the gamemakers were disappointed they'd had their fight so early in the morning, before the sun could really make the flecks sparkle.

Next time, he thought. More so, he hoped there would even be a next time.

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