Snow Covered Warmth {Thundy Blitz}

Yaa Valarro -

Oh, Yaa hated strangers, especially in her special places. Not that the forests of District Seven were in any way hers, but seeing a strange person in front of her didn't help the matter. He seemed a bit older than her, but who could tell in District Seven? All the guys looked old and mature, with weather-beaten faces and muscles and enough facial hair to knit a blanket. Okay, so this guy didn't look so bad, but as far as she could tell, he was an intruder.

"Uh, yeah, sure. No need to bow, good lord. It's not like I'm the President."

She eyed him hesitantly and glared. Politeness? It had to be a sham. Suddenly she was aware that they were out in the woods, nearly in the middle of nowhere - sort of - and a strangely polite man stood before her.

Nope, bad idea. Without thinking, she turned and started walking in the other direction.

Hey, where are you going? It's not like I'm going to hurt you.

Well, she was a cautious girl. To a point.

She stopped in her tracks, scattering slushy snow. Turning quickly, she eyed him again, though it wasn't a entirely a glare. When she made a move to speak, he kept on talking. Good Ripred, it was like the nice version of herself, never shutting up. Ahh, but what better thing to do than talk to strangers? Parents always warned against it, but she found it as a nice pastime. Living on the edge - ha! She had done worse than simply talking with strangers.

For once, she was lacking something sarcastic so say. "Yaa Valarro," she said quietly, taking a step forward and holding out her hand. She eyed his journal. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

A journal, huh? So he was the touchy-feely, emotional type. She kind of understood that - I mean, he seemed like the emotional type, all upset because she had taken a few steps away. Honestly, he cared too much about first impressions, or being polite, or just in general. She nodded, though her attention had faltered when he started talking about journals and drawings and inspiration. She wasn't a talented artist by any means, but she liked to dream up in her mind fantastical clothing designs and outfits and what she might do if she were a stylist in the Capitol.

The thought hurt, so she turned her attention back to the guy. "Why am I out here?" she repeated, thinking about an answer for a short moment while tugging at a tree branch overhead. A bit of snow fell through the air, but none of it landed on her.

"Just exploring, I suppose. It's better than being inside. You never know what you'll find."