Windy Days In District One { Open

[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

Jenneth stood in De'Dillian Delicacies. The wind blew softly and rang a chime that hung in the middle of the sweet bakery. Jenny and Kenneth had gone to do some extra shopping. Since the reapings they had gotten more business than usual and ran out of icing and dough. They told Jenneth that they would be back in an hour or so...not to long.

With a lump of bright dough in her hands, Jenneth smushed in all ways. She was trying to decide what to make with it. Jenny and Kenneth left those choices to whomever was making the treats. A tree? A hat? A simple circle? Jenneth just couldn't decide!

The wind began to blow harder now. It was more than just a cool breeze. From behind the counter Jenneth walked to the door to shut it, but saw a person approaching and smiled as nicely as possible. "Hello!"

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

Oh? Did I scare the girl? Jenneth thought. She saw the girl running and seemed to have startled her. Why is she running? Has she done something? What has she done? Is she a robber?! This question seemed to kindle a fire in Jenneth's heart and she closed the door swiftly to go find the girl.

"Hello?" She repeated as she walked down the street. "I am sorry." She apologized. When she saw the girl seeming to hide in a cross-street she was a bit taken back. She was obviously not running for fun, Jenneth realized.

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

Jenneth couldn't help, but to see this girl in herself. Young, lost, scattered. Perhaps she was in the same situation? Jenneth would love to have someone to relate to. Jenny and Kenneth had been fabulous friends to her in the past three months, but she always felt a bit distant from them. They didn't know what it was like to not know anything real about yourself. Perhaps this girl did?

She wiped her hands from flour onto her apron and smiled once more, but softly and inviting. "W-would you like to come in?" She beckoned past her and back towards the bakery. "I've got some fresh bread and tea." She nodded. That's what she first ate at the bakery. She remembered.

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

Jenneth eyed the girl as she walking back to the bakery. She felt as if her hands were tied behind her back. She wanted to help because obviously everything in her life was not candy and pudding, but was still yet to discover what was wrong extactly.

Once back at the bakery, Jenneth took out a loaf of bread from the counter. It had just come out of the oven. You could see steam rising from the grains. Jenneth's mouth watered. "Here," she motioned toward a small table that fit just two and set down the bread. Back behind the counter she poured some sweet tea and then joined the girl at the table.

"I'm Jenneth." She smiled and tore off a piece of bread from a slice.

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

At the moment the girl spoke of her name, Jenneth's heart sank for the fact that the girl indeed knew her name. She wasn't like Jenneth. There weren't others out there who were unsure of their own identities. Jenneth was alone.

"Acacia." She smiled sadly and pushed her bread away, just twisting her hands around her cup of tea. "That's a nice name." She laughed to herself...how could she of thought that there were others?

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

Jenneth looked into her cup for a moment. The silence engulfing the two girls. "D-do you know where you came from?" Jenneth realized the questioned sounded odd coming out.

"I-I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me, I'm just curious." She nodded, still not making eye contact with her.

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

Jenneth looked up, not wanting to appear suddenly rude after the outstretched kindness that she had showed the girl. "Is Asyl a part of the Capitol?" She blinked. Since the accident, Jenneth had forgotten what the Asylum was. Now she thought that the hint of the word that the girl had uttered was just a city perhaps.

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

"It sounds lovely," She nodded reaching back to her bread and tearing off a piece. She imagined Asyl; a lovely little place with homes lined up, benches in the front seating mothers reading love stories; their children in the yard playing with one another. She only wished she'd lived there. How silly, Jenneth was with her lack of capitol knowledge.

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[Jenneth De'Dillian]

Jenneth De'Dillian
or Perdita Darius
'Take not advantage of thy name.'

"Your welco-" Jenneth looks down, a bit tired, but shoots her head up whens she hears dishes clink of the table and the girl leave. "But!" She exclaims and stands up, rushing to the girl.

She's quick and is already walking down the street. Her pace is swift. Do I smell? Jenneth questioned herself, a bit confused. She then sees a man walking down the street, eyeing the girl and watches. What was going on?

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