boiling point [Pris vs Mutts day 2]

Chapter Six
Human remains

Punk nudged Prismarine's shoulder over and over again. His inability to make a sound was transfered to the movements to wake her up. The short legs gave it very little ability to move fast, but as it nudged the blonde tribute once more, she began to stir with a stretch. Her arms flailing out pulled the tight muscles from where she had been coiled tightly into a ball, both hidden and camoflauged throughout the night. The anthem never played in her recollection and instead she kept near her lantern with the hopes that soon enough she might have a soft glow.

Her lips parted in a yawn and while her eyes watered, it was only a gentle wipe that allowed her to finally focus on the creature in front of her. Her hand petted the top of its head illiciting an excited jump from it. "Hi, Punk. How are you this morning? Did you watch over me last night or did you sleep?" She waited for an answer but the only thing that happened was it nudged her, urging her to get up. Obliging to his needs, she finally sat up and pulled the pumpkin to her side and for the first time, she had made a permanent friend. A hug, a symbol of affection, was given to something that had nothing but a desire to stay at her side.

Prismarine watched the sky lightening, peering out into the vegitable garden and hated the thought that she had to leave it but she had to. No one could stay in the same area without reprocussions of someone finding them no matter how good their camo was. Right as the sun began to rise, she was on her feet and leaving the area with her new little friend following close behind.

"Come on, now. I'm waiting on you." She told him several times, stopping so his little legs didn't have to run so fast. Hours had passed and the temperature began to drop as her breath began to show itself in front of her in the form of a heated mist. Goose pimples popped up on her skin. Nose running and eyes watering, the sound of water made itself known as well as the sight of a steamboat came into view. Prismarine jumped with joy and excitment.

"Punk! Look! It's a boat!" Boats and large bodies of water was something that district twelve didn't seem to come with. In fact, it was void of anything new and boats had only been seen for her in torn school books and pictures. It was always dirt, muddy roads and broken buildings that graced her day to day walks and journeys through her life. To see an actual boat with water, no matter how cold it was, brought joy to her heart. In one swoop, Prismarine scooped up the pumpkin and ran for the edge of the water. Giggles escaped from her and on the docks of the steamboat she gawked at the size.

"I didn't think it would be so big. I wonder..." She sat the pumpkin down and latched onto her sling blade. Something eerie about the boat was making her apprehensive about her movements and before she could hit the threshold, movement caught her eye. Two creatures with different motives enticed her to seek them out. She held her hand out to the croaker as it neared her. Clicking her tongue, she stooped to it's level and stepped closer while it made it's muttlike noise.

"It's okay. I want to be your friend. See Punk over there? He's a friend, too. Do you want to be my..." She reached to the croaker and pain ran up her hand as a burning sensation. She screamed out shaking her hand furiously, but the painful burn bubbled up a blister almost immediately.

"You are not a nice friend... and that hurt." She huffed, holding even tighter to the slingblade and Punk began to move toward the croaker. "No! Stay away Punk, that'll hurt you."

(Prismarine attacks croaker with sling blade [glaive])