๓คﻮเς ๓ค๔ภєรร ђєคשєภ รเภ {minie}

    Nightmare bit her lower lip, tugging it into her mouth and wetting it with a quick flick of the tongue. It was warm for a winter evening-- even for District Ten. She'd been uncomfortable running the horses in her thick coat that made her sweat when it was on and shiver when it was off, but she knew she'd be needing that coat later this evening at the bonfire. Can't keep your body warm with liquor alone.

    Gravel crunched under her russet riding boots as she traipsed through the street. Her hands stayed snuggled in her pockets, longing to be wrapped around a steaming mug of hot hard cider or maybe some nice tea if she could find it.

    Her crimson scarf fluttered around her neck, swinging and wrapping itself around her waist when the wind gusted. She shivered involuntarily and flipped up the collar of her lamb-skin jacket, enjoying the softness of the leather against her cheek.

n i c e   t o   m e e t   y o u
W H E R E   y o u   b e e n ?

    Zana hadn't been in my thoughts for several moons. What with work, helping 'Zelle with her numerous spawn and collecting hearts, I'm a busy girl. But a friend in need is a friend indeed, no? I'm nothing if I'm not loyal.

    "You ever had chocolate?" I'd asked her, holding out the bar I'd gotten for my birthday. We'd ripped into the foil and eaten the whole delicacy in a matter of minutes.

    We'd giggled and licked the chocolate from our stubby child fingers and then laid back and let the melting sensation of the most delicious substance in Panem trickle down our throat until it was all gone and we were left with a disappointment it hadn't regenerated in its foil casing.

    I wonder if our friendship will regenerate like that chocolate never did. Maybe with some work, but I've never been afraid of using a little elbow grease. 

    As I step up onto the porch, I take a deep breath, letting the frozen air numb my lungs. While I was past the point of caring, some part of me wanted this girl back in my life and I was willing to work to make that come true.

i could show you
INCREDIBLE things

    Nightmare took a deep breath and held up her arm, letting the cold air nip at her exposed wrist before rapping loudly on the door, her knuckles smarting from cold and pressure mixed together.

    She stuck her hands back into her pockets and watched her breath tumble out of her mouth in curls and clouds of puffing vapor like the "healthy" cigarettes some of the wealthier people could afford. She was saving for one. Expensive, but cool.

    Glancing around and behind her, then into the windows, her teeth chattering loudly. Mare huffed and rolled her eyes before drawing her hand back out of its heated den. It protested by stinging like crazy from the sharp bite of the wind and the contact with the door but then quieted as she pushed it back into her pocket.