Lazily, Cashmere pulled her blonde locks up into a ponytail before reaching for her coffee cup. It was still early enough that most people were sleeping, but she had gotten her run and workout in long before the tributes would be allowed into the training center. The day didn’t feel right if she didn’t start it out in the typical way, whether she was at home or in the Capitol.
Though at the sight of her tribute, she nearly dropped her cup.
“What happened to your face?” She asked slowly and deliberately spotting the bruises that were clearly evident they could be seen from the moon. Tributes weren’t supposed to get into any trouble and they had been there hardly a day. What could he have gotten into already?
More importantly, how were they going to explain this? She did not take kindly to someone making her, and the rest of the team, look like they weren’t doing their job properly. Cashmere did not want to spend the next week babysitting a tribute.
@calix-angel
