If You Say So [Wendihoes Day 3]

m a r g u e r i t e

Something's got a hold of me lately
No, I don't know myself anymore
Feels like the walls are all closin' in
And the devil's knockin' at my door, whoa

By the time she had emerged from the mines, the winds had ceased their dull roar. Snow still scattered around in piles near the entrance, but Maggie could see further along the horizon. The broken sheets of ice across a pond of water screamed out to where most tributes would likely head tomorrow. She would need to convince Ines it was in their best interest to hunker down there and not draw attention to themselves.

Though she wondered now, after the way all of them had been so at peace with one another in the mine shafts (despite their threats and teeth gnashing) just what would happen when they finally drew swords against one another.

She didn’t feel much different having navigated the collapsing caverns with her fellow tributes. Hugo had still chosen someone else over his district partner, a hollow headed boy who no doubt would lead him to ruin. Felicity crept along like a shadow of Ines. Lionel opened his mouth and said nothing of importance. She had found nothing to love in any of them. Nothing that would stall her glaive from finding a target, at any rate.

Maggie pulled off her ski mask for a moment and opened the top of her water bottle. She took a long, slow drink. It tasted of copper and made her throat burn from the cold, but she was happy to drink. Cotton mouth had been a bitch in the mines, and she swore her allergies had kicked up with the dust.

“Sierra?” She called out. The Frosted kitten darted from out of the blinding white, then sauntered away from her again. “… ok.”

She seemed determined to find her own path, even if she kept Maggie at paw’s reach.

“Ines?” Maggie turned to head back toward the entrance of the mines. At some point she’d think about making a fire somewhere. She had some flint and more than enough to burn. “You all right?”

Ines had gotten the worst of it when the rocks came down. It’d been to Maggie’s advantage that she was so short. That, and she’d tucked herself low to the ground whenever the earth had shook.

“You need me to sew you up?”