"So you and Finnick?" "Yeah," "When did that happen?"
"Your romance wasn't the only one blossoming during the hunger games."
Or
They used to hate each other. Now they love each other. was it an act?
(Lol :) )
Windy sprang up, her brother Zaydien stood in the door way looking towards her panicked
"Hey, Hey hey, it's okay! Your not in the capital!" He reassured rushing to her side quietly, "Your home, your home with me." He added, as Windy gained control of her breathing. He was quick to light up the room with the oil lamp on her night side table.
She was quick to nod at his reassurance, "What's on your mind?" Windy asked getting the focus away from her.
"The games, two won last year." Zaydien reminded her as she sat up, "what do you think Snow will announce this year?" Windy questioned grabbing the half empty glass of water on her night side table.
"Maybe more tributes." He thought out loud as Windy shook her head, "if two won he's gonna send them right back in, he'll think it's an act of defiance." Windy told him sipping on her water.
"Maybe. Get some sleep Wind, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow." Zaydien told her pulling her blankets up to her neck and turning off the lamp.
The door closed and then Windy was alone, she never liked being alone. And she never liked to be defiant .
The moon shone brightly past her dark purple drapes that were tied to each side with a dark brown ropes. It showed the small window seat with the cushions being a lovely blue velvet fabric. The extra pillows were assorted with green and orange hues both going with the blue fabric.
