𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 ° finnick odair ¹

21

Adrienne woke up with the dawn the next morning, the sun beaming right onto her face, turing the backs of her eyelids a vibrant orange. Groaning, she opened her eyes, blinking to adjust them to the harsh light. Her body felt stiff, seeing as she was able to sleep; no cannons had gone off; no one had died last night.

Untying the rope around her, the girl slung it over her shoulder and started her descent down the tree. She dropped onto the ground from a few feet up, managing to catch her balance before she fell. After unburying the two bags and putting her only weapon, the blade from the District Seven tribute, the girl started her long journey.

She walked at a steady pace, ignoring the occasional break of a twig or the rustle of the leaves, accusing it to the wind or to an animal of some sort. But, after a while of walking, she could make out the sound of leave crunching behind her, too softly and careful to be an animal.

Adrienne was being followed.

The blonde girl held her blade a little tighter, her knuckles turning almost white as she treked on through the woods. She continued to hear the leaves, the person, behind her. Suddenly, the girl stopped and turned around, flinging her blade to where she heard the noise.

A quiet yell came in reply. "Please." The voice said before a girl stepped around the tree, her face just mere inches away from where the knife was stuck on the bark. Her hair was a light brown, her eyes the same tone, and the young girl couldn't be older than fifteen. No older than her younger brother. "Don't hurt me."

"Why were you following me?" Adrienne asked bitterly. "Thinking you could pull a sneak attack while my back was turned?"

"No. I just saw you walking." She said lowly, stepping out further. She appeared to be unarmed, but the blonde tribute wasn't about to assume things, even from such a young girl. "I recognized you from training." Her brown eyes wandered over to Adrienne's shoulder, where her small wound was still bleeding. "I can help with that."

"Why would I let you do that?"

The girl's helpful eyes turned sad at her harsh words. "Look, I know I can't win. So, the least I can do is make sure someone who I actually believe will do good in the world once that get out does win. Not one of those careers."

The brown haired girl's words seemed to strike a different chord inside Adrienne. After a sigh, she nodded. The little girl smiled as she gestured to a fallen tree.

The blonde took off her backpacks and set them on the ground before removing her jacket, wincing slightly, and sitting down. The other tribute immediately got to work checking out her arm, seeing how severe the injury really was.

"Where's the boy? The one from your district?" She asked curiously.

Adrienne shrugged. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen him since the bloodbath."

"Oh, well I can help you look for him. If you want, that is."

The blonde just gave her an appreciation smile and nodded. A silence hung between the two as the newcomer looked over her wound. "How's it looking, doc?" Adrienne asked after a few moments.

"It just needs to be washed out." She said as she turned towards the bag Adrienne hadn't realized she had until now.

"Well, I don't exactly have water to wash-"

The girl stopped herself as she saw the younger girl pull out a water bottle, pouring some water onto Adrienne's cut, causing her to wince more.

"Sorry." The brown haired girl apologized as she grabbed a piece of cloth from the bag and started wrapping the blonde's arm. "I got this stuff at the cornucopia. Found water a few hours later."

"Wait, you found water?"

The girl nodded. "Yeah. It's just a little ways north. About an hour, maybe two."

"Can you take me there?"

She nodded again, much to Adrienne's delight, and the two of them went into silence again. "I'm Sarah Knight, by the way. District Twelve."

"Adrienne Sallow." The blonde said with a smile. "District Four."