somethingsomething {Cinder}

So maybe Dittany hadn't been as careful as she should have been. Aimlessly wandering through god-knows whose land, could get her sent to some ridiculous hearing with the Peace-Keepers for an attempt to steal something off somebodies precious land. Of course, the teen understood where people were coming from--there were many thieves in such a poor, starving District that just barely got by, but Dittany thought it was ridiculous, the whole 'this is my land so go away,' notion. It wasn't like even half the fruits on the trees, or whatever else people were growing, were going to go into their mouths. It was the Capitol first, then the people who grew the food. Some people had gotten so desperate, that they would pay a neighbor to steal some food, and then report the thieving to Peace-Keepers. Eventually the Peace-Keepers would give up, and the neighbor would share what he had been payed to steal, with the original owners. Dittany wasn't sure, but she had a feeling Ash had done that a couple times, or at least knew people who had. Her sister was always getting in with the nice-but-wrong crowd.

The empathetic teen shook her head as she thought about all this. Her troubled thoughts had over-shadowed the snap of the twig she had stepped on, and Dittany had no way of knowing just a little bit ahead, there was a boy she had meant once before, reading. A tree blocked her vision of Zane, but the sudden feeling of... something, made Dittany shiver. One would think after so many times of wandering, as she so often did, Dittany's senses would have sharpened. They were wrong. After so long a time of not getting caught by farmers, or wanderers, or anybody really, she had gotten comfortable. If Dittany had not been relaxed when she took these walks, the tree-climber highly doubted she would have continued going on the peaceful strolls. Nobody wants to be stressed during their free-time.

Finally Zane was in view, but Dittany was looking down. Typical of the teen to have such luck... Dittany always seemed to be falling into horrifying situations, and getting very scared (or ending up hurt) Sure, maybe she exaggerated such events, but they always ended up going well after awhile, and a bad-story-turned-good was just not interesting when trying to entertain at dinner-time. Finally she looked up, and her grey eyes grudgingly left behind the innocent, calmness they had been holding as she focused on Zane. Haven't I met him before?

ooc- did you get that last paragraph? I really didn't