fly like a HAWK (reserved)

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.

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.

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.

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 ^^