fly like a HAWK (reserved)

[cinder]

ooc- resrrved for Hawky-Kins

Dittany smiled at her sister. It was odd to see her older sibling so... big. In a Distirct where food was sparse, you wouldn't know it by looking at Ash. Her belly was starting to get big and balloon-like, as most pregnant woman often looked, and with her boyfriend being of a decent family, they had wasted no time in fattening the expecting mother up. Ash was glowing, and Dittany could seriously say it was magical being around her sister. The way she moved, the way she spoke--it was like looking at a ghost of her mother as Dittany had always imagined her when she was pregnant with Ash or herself. DIttany of course had all the worries an expecting aunt would have. Who would be the god-parent, Dittany, or her sorta-kinda-maybe foul boyfriends sister? Would Ash get to see her sister get birth, or would she miss it, living so far away from her older sister? What gender would the baby be? Questions flooded her mind, and Dittany cou;ldnt believe they weren't in Ashes mind.

She had asked Ash these questions before, and been shocked by the surprise on her sister face--the look of not having eve thought about any of it. Dittany couldn't believe the woman having her niece and or nephew hadn't thought about it all. Ash seemed strangely peaceful, a little sullen, but mostly happy. DIttany could hardly imagine this Ash being the same one who had so often yelled at her in the past. The teen was now walking around outside her house, just leaving the yard. She closed her eyes a moment, but they snapped open when the sixteen year old girl got the creepy feeling she was not alone. Dittany Briar Grey looked down the dirt-street and called out a tentative, "Hello?" She paled, her heart racing. Fear filled the teen, and she started to slowly back up toward her nearly empty old house. It wasnt like somebody storng enough couldnt break down the door, but a natural insitnct to flee or hide filled Dittany. Where was her sisters annoying, strong boy-friend when you needed him?

[hawky]

Anya was taking a stroll. She didn't really look where she was going, just where her feet took her. Forward some steps, to the right, to the left, across the street and back. They went where ever they felt like going. It was a strange habbit when she got bored. Sometimes she would just pace around her room, other times she would go out on a random walk like today. The gusts of wind were short and brief, not lasting any more than a few seconds, only to start off again a while later. She stopped walking.

"Hello?" she heard a voice say.

It seemed to be coming just a little ahead from where Anya was walking. She walked quietly around the bush to see who it was. Another girl.

"Hi." she said waving a bit as a stronger gust of wind blew through her hair.

ooc: sorry.. short. gotta go. byes.

[cinder]

Dittany relaxed as she saw a girl. Looking at the girl, Dittany could immediately tell she was the sneaky, silent & brooding type. The teen wasn't the best judge of character, but she knew people well enough to be sure of this. Everything form the strange girl stance to her glimmering dark-green eyes screamed dangerous and anti-social. Dittany made an effort to expel all her former fear from her face and voice.

"Hi, I'm Dittany," she said and her soft grey eyes brightened. Once Dittany started talking to anybody, she naturally liked them. It was a dangerous trait, as Dittany could see herself liking even a murderer, but it hadn't gotten her in any trouble yet, so Dittany didn't give it much thought as she smiled at the other girl. If trouble was after her, it would find her if Dittany was polite or not, so why not just be nice? Wasn't everybody innocent till proven otherwise?

ooc- sorry really short post, but I'm really into a story I'm writing, so I didn't give this much thought.

[hawky]

The other girl seemed to relax a bit and her grey eyes even brightened a bit. She called herself Dittany, Anya heard. The wind died down a tone. "I'm Anya." she said smiling as well as she can. The girl, Dittany, didn't look to threatening or anything of that sort, she looked normal to Anya. She let herself relax more and her smile came more naturally instead of it being forced up like most times.

ooc: sorry, short again. i had to post before mah computer randomly dies

[cinder]

ooc- oy gefelta fish

"Nice to meet you, Anya, would you like to come in?" Dittany said. It was not Wise to invite strangers into your home at night when you had just barely gotten their name, but had DIttany ever called herself wise? The cunning part of her stomped its foot and called her idiotic, but even Dittany Briar Grey would admit to being stupid sometimes. Anya seemed okay though, and it wasn't like Dittany had many valuables lying around for the strange girl to steal of something. She backed up toward the door, then opened it, still facing Anya. Her eyes asked the question once more.

The wind howled and sixteen year old Dittany shuddered. She had left most of her jackets at Trands, and knew she wouldn't be able to make it home in the wind, even if the girl ran. She sighed, knowing eventually Dittany would have to ask Anya to stay the night. A cold, windy time like this was one Dittany could not bear to let even strangers just wander around in. Speaking of which, dear Dittany, a part of her mind started to ask something, why, oh why was Anya out right now? she then ended. It was a god question, but the answer could wait a bit.

[hawky]

Anya couldn't think of a reason as to why not go into the house. It would be warmer, if not by much at least some warmer than outside. Although Anya didn't mind the cold, give her a jacket and she could go into any weather, chilly or freezing. She nodded.

"Sure." Anya walked up to the houses door. She paused, making sure this wasn't just some trick or attack or something. Seeing that there wasn't anything suspicious, Anya walked inside.

The house was nice, Anya noticed as she looked around. It wasn't a museum mansion or anything of that type, it looked nice and normal. Like a good place to have a nice cozy little family and have as normal a life as it can possibly get.

The wind grew worse behind her, getting chillier and faster. No doubt that not much later it was going to be really hard to get back home. But maybe she could make it easily...

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[cinder]

Dittany watched as Anya stopped in the door-way suspiciously. Probably wasn't all that sure why there was barely anything in the house. The thought that Anya was suspicious of her didn't even cross the friendly District Eleven girls mind. "Sorry, I'm moving soon so the house is more of a storage place now," she said, smiling at the other girl. Anya seemed like a tough kind of girl who wouldn't have asked to come inside. One of those people who accepted help or food or shelter or whatever, but would never ask for it. At least she was smart enough to accept help now. Dittany had never been the best judge of character though, and Anya could be different than what Dittany suspected she was like.

Going over the the kitchen area, Dittany brought over a block of cheese. It was some of the last food left in the house, and as she set in on the table, Dittany felt the excitement that always came before eating such great food. The cheese was one of Dittanys favorite types, as it was a recipe or way of making it that her mother had passed onto Ash. "Would you like some?" Dittany asked as she started to cut the the block into strips. Ever so polite and generous, that was Dittany.

[hawky]

Anya looked at the cheese. She inspected it, noticing the bright whiteness. It was interesting for some unknown reason, and per usual Anya didn't even care about what Dittany thought as she stared at it. The girl seemed too innocent, she probably thought Anya was just hungry. Which she was. After a few moments of deliberation, Anya decided to have a little, although she truly didn't like cheese that much. People in District Eleven though, couldn't afford to be picky and the cheese seemed fresh. If it wasn't all moldy and melted, why not?

As a young girl she had grown up with the family goat as her best friend(well secretly she liked the cat better, but besides catching disgusting rats, the cat wasn't too good at much besides napping). The goat had supplied her family with milk and cheese. Growing up, Anya had thought cheese and milk was fine, but as she grew older the young girl got tired of it. Breakfast? Cheese. Snack? Milk. Lunch? Cheese and bread. Dinner? Cheese, bread, milk! Her family had had meat as Anya was an illegal hunter on occasion, and there was always herbs to put in salads and things to trade, but milk, cheese, and bread had been the ever-constant foods of her diet. She had steered clear of two out of the three foods/drinks after the family goat died.

It had been a bittersweet day. No goat to supply the family with a steady income, but also no goat to give cheese and milk! Snapping herself out of the ridiculous string of thoughts, Anya looked at Dittany then at the cheese once more. It was like the world was on pause or something, and Anya was the only person set on normal speed. She scuffled her foot on the cold floor and finally made of her mind.

"Sure," Anya said keeping in her four-or-less word answers. The girl wasn't too social, but she managed to smile slightly as Dittany was being nice to her. The other girl seemed like a generous friend, and Anya could use a good friend. The last one she had had, had started to drift away from her after Anya gave the young lady a piece of her mind, and kicked her in the shin. That had been four years ago. Of course Anya had hung out with people, but they were all boring, and stupid for the most part. Anybody willing to give a strange girl cover from the wind and other harsh aspects of the District Eleven spring night, and some food was okay so far. Anya just had to wait for the girl to get stupid and offer her her soul or something. Generous people could be like that sometimes.

ooc: meh. no muse.

[cinder]

Dittany looked at Anya. There was a glimmer to her olive-green eyes that made Dittany suspect she was deep in thought, or remembering something hard and bitter. The teen just continued to slice the block of cheese as though she didn't notice. If Anya was deep in thought, Dittany would just leave her be as being polite and respecting peoples privacy was art of who the young lady was. Dittany had been called strange by many people as she was just one of the few generous people of the lowly District Eleven. She didn't really care about her reputation, but it could get annoying when people started calling her an idiot.

Sighing, she watched Anya snap back to attention and beamed at the other girl as she sliced the last of said block. "Good!" she exclaimed deciding to trey to cram as much emotion into a short answer, as the other girl seemed able to do. It seemed cool. She handed the other girl some of the food, smug that she hadn't even had to yell at her! Yay Dittany, you didn't need to force the girl to eat! she thought. Sometimes DIttany had also yelled at citizens of her great District when they were stupid and didn't accept her donations. It was like they wanted to die of starvation. Shaking her head, Dittany was once again happy Anya had been smart and just eaten some. Being generous is hard work! the teen thought sarcastically to herself. She would always be that way, there was no excuses or reasons or anything. Thats just the way Dittany Briar Grey rolled.

ooc- terrible post, but my muse just went to another post and started talking about cheese and... you understand ^^

[hawky]

ooc- sorry ive not replied yet. end the thread for now?

[cinder]

ooc- -glares- yeahyeah