Moonlight ||Open||

There was a muffled thump as a pair of feet wearing black boots hit the ground. Kiara had jumped down from a tree after lying in ambush to catch a few squirrels. Her district weren't big hunters, but a piece of good meat was always appetizing to the District Eleven girl, especially after eating little more than vegetables and bread all through Harvest.

The pixie-like figure had caught one squirrel, and as she heard the approaching footsteps of someone else, she considered running with it. She had came across desperate people in the open forest; some desperate enough to steal another's food, even when that other had a bloody knife clutched in her right hand.

In the end, she decided against it and sheathed her knife. She caught sight of the other person; it was a girl. She couldn't be too much older than Kiara, although she looked it. But that wasn't her fault; Kiara was built unusually small for her young age of fourteen.

Kiara raised an eyebrow, both amused and offended at the soft tone the other girl was using with her. She obviously thought she was much younger than she was; the black-haired teen got that a lot. But surely it wasn't really necessary to use that voice, was it? Kiara hadn't looked at herself in the mirror lately. Was she really that small?

"I could ask you the same thing," she responded, rather defensively. She lounged against the tree she had just jumped down from, holding her dead squirrel kill by the tail. "I'm fourteen, you know." She had to add that.

Kiara gazed intently at this girl. Of course, she seemed surprised to find out that Kiara was older than, say, eleven years old, but that was common. The unusual thing was that she came out and greeted Kiara, despite her pretty much uninviting appearance. Or maybe that was all in her head. But ever since Colton had been knifed to death in the Hunger Games, she had become unskilled in the art of making friends.

"Kiara," she responded, not really smiling but not frowning, either. "Are you from Eleven, or Twelve?" she made the assumption that Blue was from one of them, considering they were in the middle of the vast group of trees that seperated the two.

"I'm from Eleven." Well, this explained why this girl was unfamiliar to her. Kiara had a remarkable knack for noticing things, and she knew most of the people in her District by sight, if not by name. She didn't really try to get to know them; it was just something you picked up when you spent most of your time skulking, people's faces.

Kiara had never been the type of person to make small talk; or to really ever talk at all. When she had to, she would come out right to the point without stalling to make things easier. And that was why she really didn't know what to say now.

"So...do you come out in the woods often?" she asked. Most people didn't, but there were the corageous few who ventured out from time to time.

OOC-Her name's Kiara, breeze, not Kairi

Kiara nodded to show she had heard, but did not answer right away. She used to hunt and gather with her father as well; she worked in the Orchards with him, too. But they had grown apart when she had decided she preffered her own company, and didn't want to become close to someone else only to lose them, which always seemed to happen.

"From time to time," she answered. "I like to run, and this is the only place I really can without interruptions."

Kiara was a bit taken aback by this question. Sure, she had spent hours, days even, in the woods taking her anger at the Capitol out at everything around her, her anger at the Hunger Games and everything they brought upon the districts. But had she ever thought about what it would be like if they were not burdened with the death of at least twenty three children once a year? Not exactly. She wasn't the type of person to imagine 'what if's'.

"I guess...a little," the pixie-like teen answered. "But...I really don't think it's ever going to happen." It was painful to say, that they would always have to face the Capitol, but it was the truth.

The small fourteen year old was thoughtful for a moment? What would it be like, running away? Living her life in the forest, surviving off of the wild and living her life as a wanderer. She could pull it off, she knew she could. But did she want to? Not particularly.

"I could. And I wouldn't give it a second thought." It was true; there was nothing in her life holding her back. Cadence and Ember would understand; they knew how she got. Her parents would live.

"But I'm not goning to. I...can't."